Cruel and sudden, hast thou since

Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence?  

Wherein could this flea guilty be,

Except in that drop which it sucked from thee?  

Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou  

Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now;

’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be:

Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me,

Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.