Then gentle cheater urge not my amisse,
Least guilty of my faults thy sweet selfe prove.
For thou betraying me, I doe betray
My nobler part to my grosse bodies treason,
My soule doth tell my body that he may,
Triumph in love, flesh staies no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his triumphant prize, proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poore drudge to be
To stand in thy affaires, fall by thy side.
  No want of conscience hold it that I call,
  Her love, for whose deare love I rise and fall.
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworne,
But thou art twice forsworne to me love swearing,
In act thy bed-vow brooke and new faith torne,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing:
But why of two oathes breach doe I accuse thee,
When I breake twenty: I am perjur'd most,
For all my vowes are oathes but to misuse thee:
And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
For I have sworne deepe oathes of thy deepe kindenesse:
Oathes of thy love, thy truth, thy constancie,
And to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindnesse,
Or made them sweare against the thing they see.
  For I have sworne thee faire: more perjur'd eye,
  To sweare against the truth so foule a lie.

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