Sonet 19

Let some bewitch'd with a deceitfull show, Loue earthly things vnworthily esteem'd; And losing that which cannot be redeem'd, Pay backe with paine according as they ow: But I disdaine to cast mine eyes so low, That for my thoughts ouer base a subiect seem'd, Which still the vulgar course too beaten deem'd; And loftier things delighted for to know, Though presently this plague me but with paine, And vexe the world with wondring at my woes: Yet hauing gain'd that long desir'd repose, My mirth may more miraculous remaine. That for the which long languishing I pine, It is a show, but yet a show diuine.