Since the first look that led me to this error, 
To this thought's-maze, to my confusion tending, 
Still have I liv'd in grief, in hope, in terror, 
The circle of my sorrows never ending. 
Yet cannot leave her love that holds me hateful; 
Her eyes exact it, though her heart disdains me; 
See what reward he hath that serves th'ungrateful; 
So true and loyal love no favors gains me. 
Still must I whet my young desires abated, 
Upon the flint of such a heart rebelling; 
And all in vain, her pride is so innated, 
She yields no place at all for pity's dwelling. 
Oft have I told her that my soul did love her, 
And that with tears, yet all this will not move her.