Or slay, if no balm there be?
Else had it been for my weal
Thou wert all unknown to me.
“I chased thee, for so was my will;
I captured thee, for my need;
I bound thee, and bind thee still,
For I would not have thee freed;
I wounded thee sore, that for evermore
Thou shouldest live by my life alone:
When I smote thee, mine wert thou life and limb;