And that thou may'st remember thy disdain, Even these I wrote, that thou may'st read the same, And there shalt find what just cause to complain From thee I had, by thy unkindness came; That so thou may'st be sorry for my harm, And wet thy eyes; for once I know you lov'd me; O let that love be to thy heart a charm: But since nor pray'rs, nor vows, nor tears have mov'd thee, Even these I wrote to show to future years, How much, Azile, thou hast scorn'd my tears. |