Thy love wounds deeper than disdain;
For he that sees the heaven he misses,
Sustains two hells, of loss and pain.
Shouldst thou some other's suit prefer,
10I might return thy scorn to thee,
And learn apostasy of her,
Who taught me first idolatry.
Or in thy unrelenting breast
Should I disdain or coyness move,
He by thy hate might be releas'd,