His last Reply

Since thou to me wert so unkind,
Myself I never loved, for
I could not love him in my mind,
Whom thou, fair mistress, dost abhor.

If viewing thee, I saw thee not.
And seeing thee, I could not love thee;
Dying, I should not live, God wot.
Nor living should to anger move thee.

But it is well that I do find
My life so full of torments, for
All kind of ills do fit his mind,
Whom thou, fair mistress, dost abhor.

In thy oblivion buried now.
My death I have before mine eyes;
And here to hate myself I vow,
As cruel thou dost me despise.

Contented ever thou didst find
Me with thy scorns, though never (for
To say the truth) I joy'd in mind,
After thou didst my love abhor.