Sonnet 1.

IF so it hap the Ofspring of my care,
These fatall anthemes and afflicted songs
Come to their view who like to mee doo fare,
May moue them sigh there at and mone my wrongs.

But vntoucht hearts with vnaffected eye,
Approach not to behold my soules distresse,
Cleere sighted you will note what is awry,
Whilst blind ones see no error in my verse.

You blinded soules whom hap and error leades,
You outcast Eglets dazeled with the Sunne,
Ah you and none but you my sorrow reads,
You best can iudge the wrong that shee hath done;
That shee hath done, the motiue of my paine,
Who whilst I loue doth kill me with disdaine.