Loves Martyr

How long shall I a Martyr be,

To love and womans cruelty?

Or why doth sullen Fate confine

My heart to one that is not mine:

Had I ere lov'd as others doe,

But only for an houre or two

Then there had store of reason bin,

Why I should suffer for my sin.

But love thou knowest with what a flame

I have ador'd my mistris name:

How I neer offered other fires,

But such as rose from chaste desires:

Nor have I ere prophaned thy shrine

With an inconstant fickle minde;

Yet thou combining with my Fate,

Hath forc't my love and her to hate.

O Love if her supremacy

Have not a greater power then thee

For pities sake then once be kinde,

And throw a dart to change her minde;

Thy deity we shall suspect,

If our reward must be neglect.

Then make her love or let me bee

Inspir'd with scorne as well as she.