Sonnet Xviii: Since The First Look

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.