Answer:
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Even such a beauty as you master now
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime
The second burden of a former child
That you yourself may privilege your time
And purest faith unhappily forsworn
For thee and for myself no quiet find
In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind
Where time and outward form would show it dead
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read
Explanation: The best I could do :)
