Sonnet XL: My griefe begunne (faire Saint) when first

My griefe begunne (faire Saint) when first I saw,
Love in those eyes, sit ruling, with disdaine:
Whose sweet commandes, did keepe a world in awe:
And caus'd them serve, your favour to obtaine.
I stood as one enchaunted with a frowne,
Yet smilde to see, all creatures serue those eyes:
Where each with sighes, paid tribute to that crowne:
And thought them graced, by your dumme replyes.
But I, ambitious, could not be content:
Till that my service, more than sighes made knowne:
And for that end, my heart to you I sent:
To say, and sweare, that (faire) it is your owne.
Then greater graces (Licia) doe impart:
Not dumme replies, unto a speaking heart.