Caelica, Sonnet LXIV

CAElica, when I was from your presence bound,
At first good-will both sorrow'd and repined,
Loue, Faith, and Nature felt restraint a wound,
Honour it selfe, to Kindnesse yet inclined;

Your vowes one way, with your desires did goe,
Selfe-pittie then in you did pittie me,
Yea sex did scorne to be imprisoned so,
But fire goes out for lacke of vent, we see.

For when with time, Desire had made a truce,
I onely was exempt, the world left free,
Yet what winne you by bringing change in vse,
But to make currant Infidelity?
Caelica, you say, you loue me, but you feare,
Then hide me in your heart, and keep me there.