but do thy worst to steal thyself away
for terms of life thou art assured mine
and life no longer than thy love wiil stay
for it depend upon that love of thine
then need i not to fear the worst of wrongs
when in the least of them my life hath ends
i see a better state to me belongs
then that which on thy humours doth depends
thou canst not vex me with constant mind
since that my life on thy revolt doth lie
o what a happy title i do find?
happy to have thy love, happy to die!
and what is it blessed-fair that fears no blot?
thou mustst be false,yet i know it not
candyheart12 Community Member 
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