Can she excuse my wrongs with virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she When she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish to smoke? Must I praise the leaves where no Where no fruit I find?
No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand Thou may'st be abused, thy sight be dim Cold love is like two words written on sand Or bubbles which on Which on the waters swim
Better a thousand times to die Than to live tormented Dear, remember it was I Who for thy sake did die
If she will yield to that which reason is It is reason's will that love That love should be just Dear, make me happy still by granting this Or cut off delays if that I die must
