But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,Chaos is come again.

Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee

But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.

Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee.

I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it’s an enemy to thee.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;Corruption wins not more than honesty.