Taught 2 Think

Would thou revile me so much lover dear? That thou teacheth mine heart to hate at fate? Would I regret I e'er knew thee or fear? Art thou mine archfoe or a true fate mate? Mistaken, thou thought her to be a wife, Thy hurt by her, a lesson rent perhaps. Alas! It's all but gaming, what a life; It's full of odium, pain and cruel mishaps. She gave to thee of all, none: heart or time, She swore and plan to sore thee, what disdain. But thou hast found love, Jophiel for thine mime; Indeed, found thou a heart and crown to reign. As learnt of life's forte and thought without end; That all of life's Worth's in death, live my friend.