Canzon 31. Yet none shall equal me in my demerit

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YET none shall equal me in my demerit,

Though happier (may it fortune) he may court it!

Nor shall more faithful love his suit inherit!

Ne paint like Passion, though he shew more Wit!

Admit, he write! My quill hath done as much!

Admit, he sigh! That have I done, and more!

Admit, he weep! These eyes have wept even such:

Their tears, as hearty; and in greater store!

Yet, nearer may he press, and swear “He dies!”

JOVE (thinks he) smiles at lovers’ jurament:

Prove him! Then shalt thou find he falsely lies!

Many so threaten death, that nil experiment!

Repulsed, then will he sue to do thee service!

Said not I well now, that “he falsely lies!”