
时间:1976-01-01
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If my complaints could passions move
Or make love see wherein I suffer wrong:
My passions were enough to prove
That my despairs had govern'd me too long
O love
I live and die in thee
Thy grief in my deep sighs still speaks:
Thy wounds do freshly bleed in me
My heart for thy unkindness breaks:
Yet thou dost hope when I despair
And when I hope
Thou mak'st me hope in vain
Thou say'st thou canst my harms repair
Yet for redress
Thou let'st me still complain
Can love be rich
And yet I want
Is love my judge
And yet I am condemn'd
Thou plenty hast
Yet me dost scant:
Thou made a god
And yet thy power contemn'd
That I do live
It is thy power:
That I desire it is thy worth:
If love doth make men's lives too sour
Let me not love
Nor live henceforth
Die shall my hopes
But not my faith
That you that of my fall may hearers be
May here despair
Which truly saith
I was more true to love than love to me