Astrophel and Stella: 67

Hope, art thou true, or doest thou flatter me?Doth Stella now begin with piteous eye,The ruines of her conquest to espie:Will she take time, before all wracked be?Her eyes-speech is translated thus by thee.But failst thou not in phrase so heau'nly hie?Looke on againe, the faire text better trie:What blushing notes doest thou in margine see?What sighes stolne out, or kild before full borne?Hast thou found such and such like arguments?Or art thou else to comfort me forsworne?Well, how so thou interpret the contents,I am resolu'd thy errour to maintaine,Rather then by more truth to get more paine.