Of Loue , whie write J, sith such hate I proue
As is of force to make Loue Loue to hate?
How, how (poore Man ) should I haue lust to Loue
Whose Loue, and Life are so vnfortunate?
My scornefull fortunes my Loue scornfull make:
Who looks on me as on Disgraces Glasse .
While I such hate, and wrongs beare for hir sake,
As able were to make a Man an Asse!
And yet such bearing shee forbeares to stile
With vertuous Title, yet if force I vse
She saith it's brutishe: Thus, shee doth defile
My fame, though yet, herein, I her excuse
Sith, shee hates one that loues his owne Disgrace,
That is, Hee loues hir that doth him debase.