Oft have I vowed how dearly I did love thee, And oft observed thee with all willing duty, Sighs have I sent, still hoping to remove thee, Millions of tears I tendered to thy beauty. Yet thou, of sighs and silly tears regardless, Suff'rest my feeble heart to pine with anguish, Whilst all my barren hopes return rewardless, My bitter days do waste, and I do languish.