Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet XLIV (My words I know do well set forth my mind,) lyrics

My words I know do well set forth my mind, My mind bemoans his sense of inward smart; Such smart may pity claim of any heart, Her heart, sweet heart, is of no tiger's kind: And yet she hears, yet I no pity find; But more I cry, less grace she doth impart, Alas, what cause is there so overthwart, That nobleness itself makes thus unkind? I much do guess, yet find no truth save this: That when the breath of my complaints doth touch Those dainty doors unto the court of bliss, The heav'nly nature of that place is such, That once come there, the sobs of mine annoys Are metamorphos'd straight to tunes of joys.