Caelica, Sonnet LIII

LIght, Rage and Griefe, limmes of vnperfect loue,
By ouer-acting euer lose their ends;
For Griefe while it would good affection moue,
With selfe-affliction doth deface her friends;
Putting on poore weake Pitties pale reflexion,
Whereas Good-will is stirr'd with good complexion.

Rage againe fond of her inflam'd desire,
Desire which conquers by close inuasion,
Forgetting light and heat liue in one fire,
So ouerblowes the temper of Occasion,
That scorch'd with heate, by light discouered,
Vntimely borne is, and vntimely dead.

Poore fooles, why striue you then since all hearts feele
That idle Chance so gouernes in affection,
As Cupid cannot turne his fatall wheele,
Nor in his owne orbe banish her election?
Then teach Desire hope; not rage, feare, griefe,
Powers as vnapt to take, as giue reliefe.