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CLII.
In
loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
But thou art
twice forsworn, to me love swearing,
In act thy
bed-vow broke and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate
after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths' breach
do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjured
most;
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee
And all my honest faith in thee is lost,
For I have
sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy
love, thy truth, thy constancy,
And, to enlighten
thee, gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear
against the thing they see;
For I have sworn thee
fair; more perjured I,
To swear against the truth so
foul a lie!
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