Sonnet 86

VVHen I was forst from Stella euer deare,
Stella, soode of my thoughts, hurt of my heart:
Stella, whose eyes make all my temples cleare,
By Stellaes lawes, of duetie to impart,
Alas I found that shee with mee did smart:
I sawe that teares did in her eyes appeare:
I sawe that sighes her sweetest lips did part:
And her sad wordes my sad deare sense did heare.
For mee, I weepe to see Pearles scattered so:
I sighd her sighes, and wailed for her woe:
Yet swamme in ioy such loue in her was seene.
Thus while the effect most bitter was to mee,
And than the cause nothing more sweet could be,
I had beene vext, if vext I had not beene.