V

Whilst youth and error led my wandering mind, And set my thoughts in heedless ways to range, All unawares a goddess chaste I find, Diana-like, to work my sudden change. For her, no sooner had mine eye bewrayed, But with disdain to see me in that place, With fairest hand the sweet unkindest maid Casts water-cold disdain upon my face. Which turned my sport into a hart's despair, Which still is chased, while 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 fostered of mine own accord, Are made by her to murder thus their lord.