Vous le meritez.
You deserve it.
I change only in Death.
Love I like thee; sweets requite mee.
Faithfull ever, deceitful never.
I like, I love, as turtle dove.
As gold is pure, so love is shure.
From ‘The Mysteries of Love and Eloquence; or, the Arts of Wooing and Complementing, as they are manag’d in the Spring Garden, Hide Park, the New Exchange, and other eminent places’ (London, 1658, pp. 154, 157):
Thou wert not handsom, wise, but rich;
’Twas that which did my eyes bewitch.
Divinely knit by God are we,
Late one, now two, the pledge you see.
We strangely met, and so do many,
But now as true as ever any.
As we begun so let’s continue.
My beloved is mine and I am hers.