But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise
I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.