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I grieve and dare not show my discontent

I love, and yet am forced to seem to hate;

I do, yet dare not say I ever meant;

I seem stark mute, but inwardly do prate.

I am, and am not; I freeze and yet am burned,

Since from myself my other self I turned.

My care is like my shadow in the sun –

Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,

Stands, and lies by me, doth what I have done;

His too familiar care doth make me rue it.

No means I find to rid him from my breast,

Till by the end of things it be suppressed.

Some gentler passion slide into my mind,

For I am soft, and made of melting snow;

Or be more cruel, Love, and so be kind.

Let me float or sink, be high or low;

Or let me live with some more sweet content,

Or die, and so forget what love e’er meant.

Elizabeth I