If so it hap this offspring of my care, <br />These fatal Anthems, sad and mournful Songs, <br />Come to their view, who like afflicted are; <br />Let them yet sigh their own, and moan my wrongs. <br />But untouch'd hearts, with unaffected eye, <br />Approach not to behold so great distress: <br />Clear-sighted you, soon note what is awry, <br />Whilst blinded ones mine errors never guess. <br />You blinded souls whom youth and errors lead, <br />You outcast Eaglets, dazzled with your sun: <br />Ah you, and none but you my sorrows read; <br />You best can judge the wrongs that she hath done. <br />That she hath done, the motive of my pain, <br />Who, whilst I love, doth kill me with disdain.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iii-if-so-it-hap/
