Sonnet 28

So, I as the poor, whose unlucky key And wouldn’t open your sweet love treasure Not needed pity by minute survey Be novaturient bitter of swift pleasure Therefore, love party with me was so rare The luminary in the long life set Like the crazy covered darkness dwelled are The nice jewels not on the internet: It’s you, be melliflous on your chest I very liked but you wanted to hide Nothing was for me, a coming good-blest By the love flower and its graceful pride By serendipity, good lips on slope The lady for the rich, not my nice hope.