"Good friend, go to him; for by this light of Heaven
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:--
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse or thought, or actual deed;
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form--
Comfort, forswear me!--unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love."