Crown Sonnet - O! that no day

O! that no day would ever more appear,

But cloudy night to govern this sad place,

Nor light from Heaven these hapless rooms to grace

Since that light's shadowed which my love holds dear.

Let thickest mists in envy master here,

And sun-born day for malice show no face,

Disdaining light where Cupid, and the race

Of lovers, are despised, and shame shines clear.

Let me be dark, since barred of my chief light,

And wounding jealousy commands by might;

But stage-play-like disguised pleasures give;

To me it seems as ancient fictions make

The stars all fashions and all shapes partake,

While in my thoughts true form of love shall live.