Analysis of Sonnet # 18

What has my destiny so cruelly done?
Why I so badly treated by this time?
Should I suppose for me there is no fun?
And that my life to live an ever climb?
If I see her, no rosy price but death.
But then not her; yes, hell is paradise.
All over me her name: Elizabeth!"
I mean why do I have to agonize?
If human I'm, why, earth, with races this?
I know one thing: blood everywhere is read.
It's true, I wish the serpent with her hiss
Could make us see we all some blemish spread.
Yes, eyes! The way you justice do is sadness!
I've cried so much my pain I am so tearless