Who euer thinks or hopes of loue for loue:
Or who belov'd in Cupids lawes doth glory :
Who ioyes in vowes, or vowes not to remoue:
Who by this lightgod hath not been made sory:
Let him see mee eclipsed from my sun,
With dark clouds of an earth, quite ouerrunne.
Who thinks that sorrowes felt, desires hidden,
Or humble faith in constant honour arm'd,
Can keepe loue from the fruit that is forbidden,
Who thinks that change is by intreaty charmd,
Looking on me let him know, loues delights
Are treasures hid in caues, but kept by sprights.
words by:
Fulke Greville, Lord Brooke