What if I neuer speede, shall I straight yeeld to dispaire, And still on sorrow feede that can no losse repaire. Or shall I change my loue, for I find power to depart, And in my reason proue I can command my hart. But if she will pittie my desire, and my loue requite, Then ever shall she liue my deare delight. Come, come, come, while I haue a heart to desire thee, Come, come, come, for either I will loue or admire thee. Oft haue I dream'd of ioy, yet I neuer felt the sweete, But tired with annoy, my griefs each other greete. Oft haue I left my hope, as a wretch by fate forlorne. But Loue aims at one scope, and lost will still returne: He that once loues with a true desire neuer can depart, For Cupid is the king of euery hart. Come, come, &c.Close