Where shall I refuge seek, if you refuse me?

Where shall I refuge seek, if you refuse me?
In you my hope, in you my fortune lies,
In you my life! though you unjust accuse me,
My service scorn, and merit underprize:
O bitter grief! that exile is become
Reward for faith, and pity deaf and dumb!

Why should my firmness find a seat so wav'ring?
My simple vows, my love you entertained;
Without desert the same again disfav'ring;
Yet I my word and passion hold unstained.
O wretched me! that my chief joy should breed
My only grief and kindness pity need!