The First Decade. Sonnet VI. Mine eye with all the deadly sins is fraught

Henry Constable (1562–1613)

MINE eye with all the deadly sins is fraught.

1. First proud, sith it presumed to look so high.

A watchman being made, stood gazing by;

2. And idle, took no heed till I was caught.

3. And envious, bears envy that by thought,

Should in his absence, be to her so nigh.

To kill my heart, mine eye let in her eye;

4. And so consent gave to a murder wrought.

5. And covetous, it never would remove

From her fair hair. Gold so doth please his sight!

6. Unchaste, a baud between my heart and love.

7. A glutton eye, with tears drunk every night.

These sins procurèd have a goddess’ ire:

Wherefore my heart is damned in love’s sweet fire.