Her Answer in the Same Rhymes

If your fond love want worth and great desart,
Then blame yourself that you me cruel find:
If worth alone move every noble mind,
Why to no worth should I my love impart?
And if the less to grieve your wounded heart,
I seek your dazzled eyes with words to blind,
To just disfavour I great favour bind.
With deeds and not with words your love to thwart.
The freeing of your mind from self accusing,
By granting your deserts should ease your pain;
And since love is your fault, 'twere some abusing,
With bitter words t' envenom just disdain.
Then if 't be true, all glozing I refrain;
If false, why should no worth worth's due obtain?!