Sonnet 14 Poem by John Florio

O stranger! How you could be so cruel,
How selfish really you are, my love!
You've now bore me down in this duel,
And am so damaged that I can't move.
O my stranger! Don't go and leave me,
My beloved one, keep your promise!
I offered you everything I have, you see,
And I became an ascetic in lovelitis.

Remember me, don't somehow forget,
I desired you, and I fell in love with you,
I speak the truth, love; you will it regret,
You'll also miss me, just like now I do.
The memory will make you toss and turn.
Every time, for my love you did spurn.