| 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 myself, all tyrant, for thy sake? | |
| Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? | 5 |
| 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 myself respect, | |
| That is so proud thy service to despise, | 10 |
| 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. |