Sonnet XXI. Fortune forwearied with my bitter mone

Thomas Watson (1555–1592)

FORTUNE forwearied with my bitter mone,

Did pittie seldome seene my wretched fate:

And brought to passe that I my loue alone

Vnwares attacht to plead my hard estate.

Some say that loue makes louers eloquent,

And with diuinest wit doth them inspire:

But beautie my tongues office did preuent,

And quite extinguished my first desire.

As if her eies had power to strike me dead,

So was I dased at her crimson die:

As one that had beheld Medusaes head,

All senses failed their Master but the eie.

Had that sense failed and from me eke beene taken,

Then I had loue and loue had me forsaken.