Sonnet 44

STella oft sees the very face of woes
Painted in my bewrinckled stormie face:
But cannot skill to pittie my disgrace;
No though the cause heereof herselfe she knowes.
Yet Hermes late, a Fable who did show,
Of Louers neuer knowne, (a pittious case)
Pittie thereof got in her breast such place,
As from her eyes, a Spring of teares did flow.
Alas, if Fancie drawne by fained things,
Though false, yet with free store more grace doth breede
Then Seruants wreck, where new doubt honor bringes,
Than thinke my Deere, that in me you doe reede
Of Louers ruine some sad Tragaedie:
And if not me, pittie the tale of me.