Mary Wroth
I, that am of all most crossed
Having, and that had, have lost,
May with reason thus complain
Since love breeds love, and love's pain;
That which I did most desire
To allay my loving fire
I may have, yet now must miss
Since another ruler is:
Would that I no ruler had,
Or the service not so bad,
Then might I with bliss enjoy
That which now my hopes destroy;
And that wished pleasure got
Brings with it the sweetest lot:
I, that must not taste the best,
Fed must starve, and restless rest.