Sonnet, 14.

IF a true heart and faith vnfained,
If a sweete languish with a chast desire,
If hunger-steruen thoughts so long retained,
Fed but with smoke, and cherisht but with fire.

And if a brow with Cares caracters painted,
Bewrayes my Loue with broken words halfe spoken,
To her which sits in my thoughts temple sainted,
And layes to view my vulture-gnawen heart open.

If I haue wept the day, and sigthd the night,
Whilst thrice the Sun approcht this northern bound:
If such a faith hath euer wrought aright,
And well deserud, and yet no fauour found:
Let this suffice, the wholeworld it may see
The fault is hers, though mine the most hurt bee.