Lesbia speaketh ill of me
Ever--nought it moves me:
Say she what she will of me,
Yet I know she loves me.
Why? Because in words of hate,
I am far before her;
Yet no jot of love abate,
Rather I adore her.
CURATE.--I don't like "I am far before her." We say, "I am not behind"
in hate or love--I doubt "before."