Sonnet 52

IN Martiall sports I had my cunning tryde,
And yet to breake more Staues I did adresse
VVhile people shoutes: indeede I must confesse,
Youth, luck, and praise, filled my vaines with pride;
When Cupid hauing me his slaue discride,
In Mars his liuerie, prauncing in the presse,
Now what sir foole said he (I would no lesse)
Looke heere I say, I lookt, and Stella spide:
Who hard by, through a window sent her light;
My hart then quakt, then daz'led were my eyes,
One hand forgot to rule, th'other to fight,
No Trumpet sound I heard, nor freendly cries;
My foe came on, and beate the ayre for mee,
Till that her blush, taught me my shame to see.