Anger can useful be, not bitterness
That you were then so awfully cruel to act,
And in canker’d sorrow ‘twas vigorous
For mine spirits riled were braced for impact.
Shackled tongue silenced in the transaction,
Forced me to question mine own lonely heart,
For thine soul ‘twas shaken by mine action
And suffer that has torn thy world apart.
O, that hearts dear were caught in lines of fire,
And soon all stones unturned wert embarrassed,
For mine own heart affection did inquire,
That true sorrow tender’d ‘tis the rarest,
And to thee mine love, I pledge thee fairest
For humble ‘tis soul that this ring wearest!