I will not love one minute more, I swear! <br />No, not a minute! Not a sigh or tear <br />Thou gett'st from me, or one kind look again, <br />Though thou shouldst court me to 't, and wouldst begin. <br />I will not think of thee but as men do <br />Of debts and sins; and then I'll curse thee too. <br />For thy sake woman shall be now to me <br />Less welcome than at midnight ghosts shall be. <br />I'll hate so perfectly that it shall be <br />Treason to love that man that loves a she. <br />Nay, I will hate the very good, I swear, <br />That's in thy sex, because it doth lie there, - <br />Their very virtue, grace, discourse, and wit, <br />And all for thee! What, wilt thou love me yet?<br /><br />Sir John Suckling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-turned-to-hatred/
