Look in my griefs, and blame me not to mourn, <br />From care to care that leads a life so bad; <br />Th'orphan of fortune, born to be her scorn, <br />Whose clouded brow doth make my days so sad. <br />Long are their nights whose cares do never sleep, <br />Loathsome their days whom no sun ever joy'd; <br />Her fairest eyes do penetrate so deep <br />That thus I live both day and night annoy'd. <br />But since the sweetest root doth yield thus much, <br />Her praise from my complaint I may not part; <br />I love th'effect for that the cause is such; <br />I'll praise her face and blame her flinty heart, <br />Whilst that we make the world admire at us, <br />Her for disdain, and me for longing thus.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxvi-look-in-my-griefs/
