Upon his scornefull Mistresse. Elegy.
C RUELL since that thou dost not feare the curse
Wch thy disdayne, and my despayre procure,
My prayer for thee shall torment thee worse
Then all the payne thou coudst thereby endure.
5May, then, that beauty wch I did conceave
In thee above the height of heavens course,
When first my Liberty thou didst bereave,
Bee doubled on thee and with doubled force.