Sonnet 15.

SInce the first looke that led me to this error,
To this thoughts-maze to my confusion tending;
Still haue I liude in griefe, in hope, in terror,
The circle of my sorrowes neuer ending.

Yet cannot haue hir Loue that holds me hatefull,
Hir eies exacts it, though hir heart disdaines me,
See what reward he hath that serues th'ngratefull,
So long and pure a faith no fauour gains me.

Still must I whet my young desires abated,
Vpon the flint of such a heart rebelling,
And all in vaine hir pride is so imated,
Shee yeelds no place at all for pities dwelling,
Oft haue I told hir that my Soule did loue hir,
And that with teares; yet all this wil not moue hir.