If that a loyal heart and faith unfeign'd, <br />If a sweet languish with a chaste desire, <br />If hunger-starven thought so long retain'd, <br />Fed but with smoke, and cherished but with fire, <br />And if a brow with care's characters painted <br />Bewrays my love, with broken words half spoken <br />To her that sits in my thought's temple sainted, <br />And lays to view my vulture-gnawn heart open, <br />If I have done due homage to her eyes, <br />And had my sighs still tending on her name, <br />If on her love my life and honor lies, <br />And she th'unkindest maid still scorns the same, <br />Let this suffice: the world yet may see <br />The fault is hers, though mine the hurt must be.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xv-if-that-a-loyal-heart/
