a poem ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE br . br br I grieve and dare not show my discontent, br I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, br I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, br I seem stark mute but inwardly to prate. br I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned. br Since from myself another self I turned. br br My care is like my shadow in the sun, br Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, br Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done. br His too familiar care doth make me rue it. br No means I find to rid him from my breast, br Till by the end of things it be supprest. br br Some gentler passion slide into my mind, br For I am soft and made of melting snow; br Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind. br Let me or float or sink, be high or low.