O never to be moved

O never to be moved,
O beauty unrelenting!
Hard heart, too dearly loved!
Fond love, too late repenting!
Why did I dream of too much bliss?
Deceitful hope was cause of this.
O hear me speak this, and no more,
"Live you in joy, while I my woes deplore!"

All comforts despaired
Distaste your bitter scorning;
Great sorrows unrepaired
Admit no mean in mourning:
Die, wretch, since hope from thee is fled.
He that must die, is better dead.
O dear delight yet, ere I die,
Some pity show, though you relief deny!