When the proud World does most my world despise,

Vaunting what most my human heart must grieve,

Choosing what most I value to disprize,

Deriding that most which I most believe-

When the proud World, I say, does mostoffend

The artless passion of my patient heart,

Til I despair the morrow and make amend,

And before sunset from the sun would part:

Then in my ruin's hour remembrance brings

Faith to my doubt, to my intention grace,

Reminding me how feebly fall such stings

On one ...