What a sad Fate is mine? My Love is my crime; Why shou'd she be more easy, and free to all, than to me, But if by disdain, she can lessen my pain, 'tis all I implore; to make me Love less, or her self to Love more.
What a sad Fate is mine? My Love is my crime; Why shou'd she be more easy, and free to all, than to me, But if by disdain, she can lessen my pain, 'tis all I implore; to make me Love less, or her self to Love more.