Disdain me still, that I may ever love,
For who his love enjoys can love, can love no more.
The war once past with ease men cowards prove:
And ships return'd do rot upon the shore.
And though thou frown, I'll say thou art most fair, most fair:
And still I'll love, and still I'll love, I'll love, 
though still, though still I must despair.

As heat to life, so is desire to love,
And these once quench'd, both life and love are gone, are gone.
Let not my sighs nor tears thy virtue move,
Like baser metals do not melt too soon.
Laugh at my woes although I ever mourn, ever mourn.
Love surfeits, Love surfeits with rewards,
his nurse, is scorn, his nurse is scorn.