IX + 

Can it be right to give what I can give? + 

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears + 

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years + 

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative + 

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live + 

For all thy adjurations? O my fears, + 

That this can scarce be right! We are not peers, + 

So to be lovers; and I own and grieve + 

That givers of such gifts as mine are, must + 

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas! + 

I will not soil thy purple with my dust, + 

Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass, + 

Nor give thee any love⁠—which were unjust. + 

Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass. + 