Oft Have I Vow’d How Dearly I Did Love Thee

Oft have I vow’d how dearly I did love thee,
And oft observ’d thee with all willing duty,
Sighs I have sent, still hoping to remove thee:
Millions of tears I tender’d to thy beauty,
Yet thou of sighs and silly tears regardless,
Suff’rest my feeble heart to pine with anguish,
Whilst all my barren hopes return rewardless,
My bitter days do waste, and I do languish.