Sonnet III: If So It Hap

If so it hap this offspring of my care,

These fatal Anthems, sad and mournful Songs,

Come to their view, who like afflicted are;

Let them yet sigh their own, and moan my wrongs.

But untouch'd hearts, with unaffected eye,

Approach not to behold so great distress:

Clear-sighted you, soon note what is awry,

Whilst blinded ones mine errors never guess.

You blinded souls whom youth and errors lead,

You outcast Eaglets, dazzled with your sun:

Ah you, and none but you my sorrows read;

You best can judge the wrongs that she hath done.

That she hath done, the motive of my pain,

Who, whilst I love, doth kill me with disdain.