- Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
- When I against myself with thee partake?
- Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
- Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake?
- Who hateth thee that I do call my friend,
- On whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon,
- Nay, if thou lour’st on me, do I not spend
- Revenge upon myself with present moan?
- What merit do I in my self respect,
- That is so proud thy service to despise,
- When all my best doth worship thy defect,
- Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
- But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
- Those that can see thou lov’st, and I am blind.