THE
Muses Gardin for
Delights

R O B E R T   I O N E S

1610

1. Loue loue

                   1 
       Loue is a pretie Frencie,
       A melancholy fire,
       Begot by lookes, maintain'd with hopes,
       And heyth'end by desire.

                   2 
       Loue is a pretie Tyrant,
       By our affections armed,
       Take them away, none liues this day,
       The Coward boy hath harmed.

                   3 
       Loue is a pretie Idole,
       Opinion did deuise him,
       His votaries is slouth and lies,
       The Robes that doe disguise him.

                   4 
       Loue is a pretie Painter,
       And counterfeiteth passion,
       His shadow'd lies, makes fansies rise,
       To set beliefe in fashion.

                   5 
       Loue is a pretie Pedler,
       Whose Packe is fraught with sorrowes,
       With doubts with feares, with sighs with teares,
       Some ioyes, but those he borrowes.

                   6 
       Loue is a pretie nothing,
       Yet what a quoile it keepes,
       With thousand eyes of iealousies,
       Yet no one euer sleepes.