In faith methinks it is not right To hate me thus for loving ye; So fair a face, so full of spite, Who would have thought such cruelty? But since there is no remedy That by no means ye can me love, I shall you leave and other prove. For if I have for my good will No reward else but cruelty, In faith thereof I can no skill Sith that I loved ye honestly; But take heed I will till I die Or that I love so well again, Since women use so much to feign. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (6) by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CLOUDS: THE CLOUD CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT IMITATION OF CHAUCER by ALEXANDER POPE CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER VERSES FOR CHILDREN: CHRISTMAS TREE by ZEDA K. AILES AUTUMN MESSAGES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |