I hate thee (believe me), Mistress

I hate thee (believe me), Mistress.

I hate thee, I confess.

But though I should hate thee more,

thousands upon thousands of times more than death,

in spite of myself I must love thee,

tens of thousands upon thousands of times more than myself.

The more thy proud cruelty terrifies me,

the more thy beauty

(to die and live with it)

calls me back to thy service.