- O! from what power hast thou this powerful might,
- With insufficiency my heart to sway?
- To make me give the lie to my true sight,
- And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
- Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
- That in the very refuse of thy deeds
- There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
- That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
- Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
- The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
- O! though I love what others do abhor,
- With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
- If thy unworthiness rais’d love in me,
- More worthy I to be belov’d of thee.