Sonnet Xxi: If Beauty Thus Be Clouded

If Beauty thus be clouded with a frown,
That pity shines no comfort to my bliss,
And vapors of disdain so overfrown,
That my life’s light thus wholy darken’d is,
Why should I more molest the world with cries,
The air with sighs, the earth below with tears?
Since I live hateful to those ruthless eyes,
Vexing with untun’d moan her dainty ears;
If I have lov’d her dearer than my breath,
My breath that calls the heav’ns to witness it,
And still must hold her dear till after death;
And if that all this cannot move a whit,
Yet let her say that she hath done me wrong,
To use me thus and know I lov’d so long.