Be fair; nor longer keep me in the dark;
Am I forsaken for a trimmer spark?
Heaven’s spouse thou art not; nor can I believe
That God accepts her who will man deceive:
True I am shatter’d, I have service seen,
And service done, and have in trouble been;
My cheek (it shames me not) has lost its red,
And the brown buff is o’er my features spread:
Perchance my speech is rude; for I among
Th’ untamed have been, in temper and in tongue;