1 Faction that euer dwels, In court where wits excells, Hath set defiance. Fortune and loue hath sworne, That they were neuer borne, Of one aliance. 2 Fortune sweares, weakest harts, The booke of Cupids arts Turne with hir wheele, Sences themselues shall proue Venture hir place in loue Aske them that feele. 3 This discord it beget Atheist that honour not Nature thought good, Fortune should euer dwell In court where wits excell Loue keepe the wood. 4 So to the wood went I With loue to liue and die Fortune forlorne, Experience of my youth Made mee thinke humble truth In desert borne. 5 My saint is deere to mee, And Ione hir selfe is shee Ione faier and true, Ione that doth euer moue, Passions of loue with loue Fortune adiew.Close