Where most my thoughts, there least mine eye is striking;
  Where least I come there most my heart abideth;
Where most I love I never show my liking;
  From what my mind doth hold my body slideth;[Pg 160]
I show least care where most my care dependeth;
  A coy regard where most my soul attendeth.

Despiteful thus unto myself I languish,
  And in disdain myself from joy I banish.
These secret thoughts enwrap me so in anguish
  That life, I hope, will soon from body vanish,
And to some rest will quickly be conveyèd
  That on no joy, while so I lived, hath stayèd.