Sonnet XXXVIII: Sweet, I protest, and seale it with

Sweet, I protest, and seale it with an oath:
I never saw, that so my thoughtes did please:
And yet content displeas'd I see them wroth:
To love so much, and cannot have their case.
I tolde my thoughts, my soveraigne made a pause,
Dispos'd to graunt, but willing to delay:
They then repin'd, for that they knewe no cause,
And swore they wisht, she flatlie would say nay.
Thus hath my love, my thoughts with treason fild:
And gainst my soveraigne, taught them to repine:
So thus my treason, all my thoughts hath kill'd,
And made faire Licia, say she is not mine.
But thoughts too rash, my heart doth now repent:
And as you please, they sweare, they are content.