To Humor <br /> <br />You cannot love, my pretty heart, and why? <br />There was a time you told me that you would; <br />But now again you will the same deny, <br />If it might please you, would to God you could. <br />What, will you hate? Nay, that you will not, neither. <br />Nor love nor hate, how then? What will you do? <br />What, will you keep a mean then betwixt either, <br />Or will you love me and yet hate me, too? <br />Yet serves this not. What next? What other shift? <br />You will, and will not; what a coil is here. <br />I see your craft, now I perceive your drift, <br />And all this while I was mistaken there; <br />Your love and hate is this, I now do prove you: <br />You love in hate, by hate to make me love you.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xix-you-cannot-love/
