Thou lov'st me not

Thou lovest me not, thou lovest me not!

'Tis scarcely worth a sigh:

Let me look in thy face, and no king in his place

Is a gladder man than I.

Thou hatest me well, thou hatest me well --

Thy little red mouth has told:

Let it reach me a kiss, and, however it is,

My child, I am well consoled.