Best pleased she is when love is most exprest

Best pleased she is when love is most exprest,
And sometime says that love should be requited;
Yet is she grieved my love should now be righted,
When that my faith hath proved what I protest.
Am I beloved whose heart is thus opprest,
Or dear to her, and not in her delighted?
I live to see the sun, yet still benighted:
By her despair is blamed, and hope supprest;
She still denies, yet still her heart consenteth;
She grants me all but that which I desire;
She fuel sends, but bids me leave the fire;
She lets me die, and yet my death lamenteth.
Oh foolish love, by reason of thy blindness,
I die for want of love, yet killed with kindness!