Fie on this feigning
Is love without desire
Heat still remaining
And yet no spark of fire?
Thou art untrue, nor wert with fancy movèd
For Desire hath pow'r on all that ever lovèd

Show some relenting
Or grant thou dost now love
Two hearts consenting
Shall they no comforts prove?
Yield, or confess that love is without pleasure
And that women's bounties rob men of their treasure

Truth is not placèd
In words and forcèd smiles
Love is not gracèd
With that which still beguiles
Love or dislike, yield fire, or give no fuel
So may'st thou prove kind, or at the least less cruel