Unholy
No More Be Grieved
At That Which Thou Hast Done.
Roses Have Thorns
And Silver Fountains Mud.
Such Civil War Is In My Love And Hate
That I An Accessory Needs Must Be
To That Sweet Thief 
Which Sourly Robs From Me.
And did you get what you wanted from this life even so?
I did.
And what was it?
To call myself Beloved,
To feel myself Beloved on the Earth.