Sonnet 61

　　Is it thy will thy image should keep open

　　My heavy eyelids to the weary night？

　　Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken

　　While shadows like to thee do mock my sight？

　　Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee

　　So far from home into my deeds to pry，

　　To find out shames and idle hours in me，

　　The scope and tenor of thy jealousy？

　　O no；thy love，though much，is not so great.

　　It is my love that keeps mine