f my complaints could pa**ions move Or make Love see wherein I suffer wrong My pa**ions were enough to prove That my despairs had governed me too long O love, I live and die in thee Thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me My heart for thy unkindness breaks Yet thou dost hope when I despair And when I hope, thou mak'st me hope in vain Thou say's thou canst my harms repair Yet for redress, thou let'st me still complain
Can love be rich, and yet I want Is Love my judge, and yet am I condemn'd Thou plenty hast, yet me dost scant Thou made a god, and yet thy power contemn'd That I do live, it is thy power That I desire it is thy worth If love doth make men's lives too sour Let me not love, nor live henceforth Die shall my hopes, but not my faith That you that of my fall may hearers be May here despair, which truly saith I was more true to love than love to me