Caelica, Sonnet XVIII

I Offer wrong to my beloued Saint,
I scorne, I change, I falsify my loue,
Absence and time haue made my homage faint,
With Cupid I doe euery where remoue.

I sigh, I sorrow, I doe play the foole,
Mine eyes like Wether-cocks, on her attend:
Zeale thus on either side she puts to schoole,
That will needs haue inconstancy to friend.
I grudge, she saith, that many should adore her,
Where loue doth suffer, and thinke all things meet;
She saith, All selfe-nesle must fall downe before her:
I say, Where is the sauce should make that sweet?
Change and contempt (you know) ill speakers be;
Caelica; and such are all your thoughts of me.