What I Cannot Recover
What to me cannot be restored,
World in inconstant order clad,
makes it so I do not want your
good, nor do I desire your bad.
It pleases me more thus to live
in limbo between these favors
than that your sad loves’ disfavors
should hold me as a captive.
It grieves me that I supposed your
evil to be other than bad;
It pleases me that now for sure
I know and trust you more than I had.