Sonet 40

Thy cruelties (fierce Faire) may be excus'd: For it was I that gaue thy beautie powre, And taught thee when to smile, and when to lowre, Which thou hast since still to my ruine vs'd: As he that others purpos'd was to pine, And for his brasen Bull a guerdon claim'd, Was tortur'd first with that which he had fram'd, And made th'experience of his curst engine: So in this manner dost thou me torment, Who told thee first the force of thy disdaines: But ah, I suffer many greater paines, Then the Sicilian tyrants could inuent: And yet this grieues me most that thou disgrac'd, Art in the rancke with such like tyrants plac'd.