LOVE me or not, love her I must or die; Leave me or not, follow her, needs must I. O that her grace would my wished comforts give! How rich in her, how happy should I live! All my desire, all my delight should be, Her to enjoy, her to unite to me: Envy should cease, her would I love alone: Who loves by looks, is seldom true to one. Could I enchant, and that it lawful were, Her would I charm softly that none should hear. But love enforced rarely yields firm content; So would I love that neither should repent. |