Cruel fair love, I justly do complain <br />Of too much rigor and thy heart unkind, <br />That for mine eyes thou hast my body slain, <br />And would not grant that I should favour find. <br />I looked, fair love, and you my love looked fair, <br />I sighed for love and you for sport did smile. <br />Your smiles were such as did perfume the air, <br />And this perfuméd did my heart beguile. <br />Thus I confess the fault was in mine eyes, <br />Begun with sighs and ended with a flame. <br />I for your love did all the world despise, <br />And in these poems honored have your name. <br />Then let your love so with my fault dispense, <br />That all my parts feel not mine eyes' offense.<br /><br />Giles Fletcher The Elder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/licia-sonnets-44/
