I WILL not love one minute more, I swear, No, not a minute; not a sigh or tear Thou gett'st from me, or one kind look agen, Though thou shouldst court me to 't and wouldst begin. I will not think of thee but as men do Of debts and sins, and then I 'll curse thee too: For thy sake woman shall be now to me Less welcome than at midnight ghosts shall be: I 'll hate so perfectly, that it shall be Treason to love that man that loves a she; Nay, I will hate the very good, I swear, That's in thy sex, because it doth lie there; Their very virtue, grace, discourse and wit, And all for thee---what, wilt thou love me yet? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE DRUM: THE NARRATIVE OF THE DEMON OF TEDWORTH by EDITH SITWELL THE ABBOT OF INISFALEN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM AH, BIND MY HANDS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |