I cannot well deceive me that there was

I cannot well deceive me that there was
In my love nobleness, even though ill.
Now that the tunnel through which I did pass
Yields to the glaring day, I can instil
Into my thought a wonder how I could
Suppose that way to be a place of staying;
Thus being a fool in the way all men should,
Yet not the complete fool to take no naying (!!!)