Sonnet VII: Death in a rage, assaulted once my

Death in a rage, assaulted once my heart,
With love of her, my love that doeth denie.
I scorn'd his force, and wisht him to depart,
I heartlesse was, and therefore could not die:
I live in her, in her I plac'd my life,
She guydes my soule, and her I honour must,
Nor is this life, but yet a living strife,
A thing unmeet, and yet a thing most just:
Cupid inrag'd, did flie to make me love,
My heart lay garded with those burning eies,
The sparkes whereof denyed him to remoove:
So conquerd now, he like a captive lies,
Thus two at once by love were both undone:
My heart not lov'd, and armlesse Venus