Astrophel and Stella: 86

Alas, whence came this change of lookes? if IHaue chang'd desert, let mine owne conscience beA still felt plague, to selfe condemning me:Let wo gripe on my heart, shame loade mine eye,But if all faith, like spotlesse Ermine lySafe in my soule, which onely doth to thee(As his sole object of felicitie)With wings of Loue in aire of wonder flie.O ease your hand, treate not so hard your slaue:In justice paines come not till faults doe call,Or if I needs (sweete judge) must torments haue,Vse something els to chast'n me withall,Then those blest eyes, where all my hopes do dwell,No doome shuld make ones heau'n become his hel.