Sonnet V: Whilst Youth and Error

Whilst youth and error led my wand'ring mind

And set my thoughts in heedless ways to range,

All unawares a goddes chaste I find,

Diana-like, to work my sudden change.

For her no sooner had my view bewray'd,

But with disdain to see me in that place;

With fairest hand, the sweet unkindest maid

Casts water-cold disdain upon my face.

Which turn'd my sport into a hart's despair,

Which still is chas'd, whilst I have any breath,

By mine own thoughts; set on me by my fair,

My thoughts like hounds, pursue me to my death.

Those that I foster'd of mine own accord,

Are made by her to murder thus their lord.