If my complaints could passions move
Or make love see wherein I suffer wrong
My passions were enough to prove
That my despairs had govern'd 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'st 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 I am 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
