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(5) I’ll do with thee as Nero did,

when Rome was set on fire,

Not only all relief forbid,

but to a hill retire.

And scorn to shed a tear to see

thy spirit grown so poor,

But, smiling, sing until I die.

I’ll never love thee more.

Yet, for the love I bore thee once,

lest that thy name should die,

A monument of marble-stone

the truth shall testify,

That every pilgrim passing by

may pity and deplore

My case, and read the reason why

I can love thee no more.

The golden laws of love shall be

upon this pillar hung;

A simple heart, a single eye,

a true and constant tongue:

Let no man for more love pretend,

than he has hearts in store;

True love begun shall never end,

love one, and love no more.