Sonnet 42 - If ever love had force in human breast

If ever love had force in human breast,

If ever he could move in pensive heart,

Or if that he such power could but impart

To breed those flames whose heat brings joy's unrest,

Then look on me; I am to these addressed:

I am the soul that feels the greatest smart;

I am that heartless trunk of heart's depart;

And I that one by love and grief oppressed;

None ever felt the truth of love's great miss

Of eyes, till I deprived was of bliss;

For had he seen, he must have pity showed,

I should not have been made the stage of woe

Where sad disasters have their open show;

O no, more pity he had sure bestowed.