This page needs to be proofread.
DOUBT.
[Gregory.]
NOW say they, dear, that doubt kills love ?
Such love doth need no killing ;
The love that doubts is dead, my heart,
Nor met its death unwilling.
Though all the world proclaim her false,
Though night to morn should swear it ;
No witnesses shall prove her fault,
Till she herself declare it.
O doubting hearts ! O callous hearts !
Go through the world complaining.
Not love, but hate, is blind, O men ;
Ye lose by all your gaining.
