To some dark shade I will retire,
And there, forgot by all, expire.
Thus, whilst the difference thou shalt prove
10Betwixt a feign'd and real love,
Whilst he, more happy, but less true,
Shall reap those joys I did pursue,
And with those pleasures crownéd be
By Fate, which Love design'd for me,
Then thou, perhaps, thyself wilt find
Cruel too long, or too soon kind.