Now have I learn'd with much ado at last

Now have I learn'd with much ado at last

By true disdain to kill desire;

This was the mark at which I shot so fast,

Unto this height I did aspire:

Proud Love, now do thy worst and spare not,

For thee and all thy shafts I care not.

What hast thou left wherewith to move my mind,

What life to quicken dead desire?

I count thy words and oaths as light as wind,

I feel no heat in all thy fire:

Go, change thy bow and get a stronger,

Go, break thy shafts and buy thee longer.

In vain thou bait'st thy hook with beauty's blaze,

In vain thy wanton eyes allure;

These are but toys for them that love to gaze,

I know what harm thy looks procure:

Some strange conceit must be devised,

Or thou and all thy skill despised.