LOVE TURNED TO HATRED
I will not love one minute more, I swear,
No, not a minute; not a sigh or tear
Thou get'st from me, or one kind look again,
Though thou shouldst court me to 't and wouldst begin.
I will not think of thee but as men do5
Of debts and sins, and then I'll curse thee too:
For thy sake woman shall be now to me
Less welcome, than at midnight ghosts shall be:
I'll hate so perfectly, that it shall be
Treason to love that man that loves a she;10
Nay, I will hate the very good, I swear,
That's in thy sex, because it doth lie there;
Their very virtue, grace, discourse, and wit,
And all for thee; what, wilt thou love me yet?
THE CARELESS LOVER
1
Or know what 'tis, or mean to prove;
And yet in faith I lie, I do,
And she's extremely handsome too:
She's fair, she's wondrous fair,5
But I care not who know it,
Ere I'll die for love, I'll fairly forego it.
2
My foolish heart could never bear:
One sigh imprison'd ruins more10
Than earthquakes have done heretofore:
She's fair, etc.
3
And cut no fingers 'stead of meat;
Nor with much gazing on her face15
Do e'er rise hungry from the place:
She's fair, etc.
