Sonnet 65: Love By Sure Proof

Love by sure proof I may call thee unkind, That giv'st no better ear to my just cries: Thou whom to me such my good turns should bind, As I may well recount, but none can prize: For when, nak'd boy, thou couldst no harbor find In this old world, grown now so too too wise, I lodg'd thee in my heart, and being blind Bu nature born, I gave to thee mine eyes. Mine eyes, my light, my heart, my life alas, If so great services may scorned be, Yet let this thought thy tigrish courage pass: That I perhaps am somewhat kin to thee, Since in thine arms, if learn'd fame truth hath spread, Thou bear'st the arrow, I the arrowhead.