Oft have I sighed for him that hears me not

Oft have I sighed for him that hears me not;
Who absent hath both love and me forgot.
O yet I languish still through his delay:
Days seem as years when wished friends break their day.

Had he but loved as common lovers use,
His faithless stay some kindness would excuse:
O yet I languish still, still constant mourn
For him that can break vows but not return.