Q 40

TAke all my loves, my love, yea take them all,
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before ?

No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call,
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more:
Then if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest,
But yet be blam'd, if thou this self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thy self refusest.

I do forgive thy robb'ry gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.

Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
buy me