Astrophel and Stella: 46

I curst thee oft, I pittie now thy case,Blind-hitting boy, since she that thee and meRules with a becke, so tyrannizeth thee,That thou must want or foode, or dwelling place.For she protests to banish thee her face,Her face? O Loue, a Rogue thou then shouldst be!If Loue learne not alone to loue and see,Without desire to feede of further grace.Alas poore wag, that now a scholler artTo such a schoole-mistresse, whose lessons newThou needs must misse, and so thou needs must smart.Yet Deare, let me his pardon get of you,So long (though he from booke myche to desire)Till without fewell you can make hot fire.