Sinopsis

Severed from sweet Content, my life's sole light; Banished by overweening wit from my desire: This poor acceptance only I require, That though my fault have forced me from thy sight; Yet that thou wouldst (my sorrows to requite) Review these Sonnets, pictures of thy praise; Wherein each woe thy wondrous worth doth raise, Though first thy worth bereft me of delight. See them forsaken: for I them forsooke, Forsaken first of thee, next of my sense; And when thou deignst on their black tears to look Shed not one tear my tears to recompense: But joy in this (though Fates 'gainst me repine) My verse still lives, to witness thee divine.