1.
Who ever thinks or hopes of love for love:
Or who, belov`d, in Cupid`s laws doth glory:
Who joys in vows, or vows not to remove:
Who by this light god hath not been made sorry:
Let him see me eclipsed from my sun
With dark clouds of an earth quite overrun.
2.
Who thinks that sorrows felt, desires hidd`n,
Or humble faith in constant honour armed
Can keep love from the fruit that is forbidd`n,
Who thinks that change is by entreaty charmed,
Looking on me let him know love`s delights
Are treasures hid in cave but kept by sprites.
