I grieve and dare not show my discontent
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate

I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned
Since from myself another self I turned

My care is like my shadow in the sun
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done
His too familiar care doth make me rue it
No means I find to rid him from my breast
Till by the end of things it be suppressed

I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned
Since from myself another self I turned