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 not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another 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 [bad word] it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be suppressed.

I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.