Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 2

Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot,
     Love gave the wound which while I breathe will bleed;
     But known worth did in mine of time proceed,
Till by degrees it had full conquest got.
I saw, and liked; I liked, but loved not;
     I loved, but straight did not what love decreed;
     At length to love's decrees I, forced, agreed,
Yet with repining at so partial lot.
     Now even that footstep of lost liberty
Is gone, and now like slave-born Muscovite
I call it praise to suffer tyranny;
And now employ the remnant of my wit
     To make myself believe that all is well,
     While with a feeling skill I paint my hell.