| LOVE is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate | |
| Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: | |
| O! but with mine compare thou thine own state, | |
| And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; | |
| Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, | 5 |
| That have profan’d their scarlet ornaments | |
| And seal’d false bonds of love as oft as mine, | |
| Robb’d others’ beds’ revenues of their rents. | |
| Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov’st those | |
| Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee: | 10 |
| Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows, | |
| Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. | |
| If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, | |
| By self-example mayst thou be denied! |