If My Complaints

If my complaints could Passions move, or Make love see wherein I suffer Wrong, my passions Were enough to Prove that my Despairs had governed me too Long. All love I live and Die in thee, thy Grief in my Deep sighs still speaks. Thy wounds do freshly Bleed in me, My heart for thy Unkindness breaks. Yet thou do hope when I despair, and when I Hope thou mak'st me hope in Vain. Though since thou canst my Harms repair, yet For redress thou let me still Complain. Can love be rich and yet I want? Is love my judge and yet I am Condemned? Though plenty hast, yet me Dost scant, though made a Garden, yet thy power Contemned. That I do live, it Is thy power, that I Desire, It is thy worth. If love doth make man's limbs To sow, let me no Love, no life hence Forth. Die shall my hopes, but Not my faith, That you that love my fall may Haters be. May in despair which Truly saith, I was more true to love than love To me.