The Lover abused renounceth Love

MY love to scorn, my service to retain,

Therein, methought, you used cruelty;

Since with good will I lost my liberty,

To follow her which causeth all my pain.

Might never woe yet cause me to refrain;

But only this, which is extremity,

To give me nought, alas, nor to agree

That, as I was, your man I might remain:

But since that thus ye list to order me,

That would have been your servant true and fast;

Displease you not, my doting time is past;

And with my loss to leave I must agree:

For as there is a certain time to rage,

So is there time such madness to assuage.