These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy; <br />These tears, which heat of sacred flame distills; <br />Are these due tributes that my faith doth pay <br />Unto the tyrant whose kindness kills. <br />I sacrifice my youth and blooming years <br />At her proud feet, and she respects it not; <br />My flower untimely's wither'd with my tears <br />And winter woes, for spring of youth unfit. <br />She thinks a look may recompence my care, <br />And so with looks prolongs my long-lookt ease; <br />As short that bliss, so is the comfort rare, <br />Yet must that bliss my hungry thoughts appease. <br />Thus she returns my hopes so fruitless ever; <br />Once let her love indeed, or eye me never.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxiv-these-sorrowing-sighs/
