Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 61

Oft with true sighs, oft with uncalled tears,
Now with slow words, now with dumb eloquence
I Stella's eyes assail, invade her ears;
But this at last is her sweet-breathed defense:
      That who indeed infelt affection bears,
So captives to his saint both soul and sense,
That wholly hers, all selfness he forbears,
Thence his desires he learns, his life's course thence.
      Now since her chaste mind hates this love in me,
      With chastened mind I straight must show that she
Shall quickly me from what she hates remove.
      O Doctor Cupid, thou for me reply,
      Driven else to grant by angel's sophistry
That I love not, without I leave to love.