What, have I thus betray'd my liberty? br Can those black beams such burning marks engrave In my free side? or am I born a slave, br Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny? br br Or want I sense to feel my misery? br Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have, br Who for long faith, though daily help I crave, br May get no alms but scorn of beggery? br br Virtue awake, beauty but beauty is; br I may, I must, I can, I will, I do br Leave following that, which it is gain to miss. br br Let her go! Soft, but here she comes. Go to, br Unkind, I love you not. Oh me, that eye br Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie.