Here you will find the Poem Sonnet III: If So It Hap of poet Samuel Daniel
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.