The Love Sonnets of Proteus, Gods and False Gods, LXV: To One who spoke Ill of Him

What is your quarrel with me, in love's name,
Fair queen of wrath ? What evil have I done,
What treason to the thought of our dear shame
Subscribed or plotted ? Is my heart less one
In its obedience to your stern decrees
Than on the day when first you said " I please,''
And with your lips ordained our union ?
Am I not now, as then, upon my knees ?
You bade me love you, and the deed was done,
And when you cried " Enough " I stopped, and when
You bade me go I went, and when you said
" Forget me " I forgot. Alas, what wrong
Would you avenge upon a loyal head,
Which over bowed to you in joy and pain,
That you thus scourge me with your pitiless tongue ?