Can I forget what Reason's force Imprinted in my heart? Can I unthink these restless thoughts When first I felt Love's dart? Shall tongue recall what Thoughts and Love By Reason once did speak? No, no, all things save death wants force that faithful band to break.
For now I prove no life to love Where Fancy breeds content. True love's reward with wise regard Is never to repent; It yields delight that feeds the sight Whilst distance do them part. Such food fed me when I did see in mine another heart.
Another heart I spied, combin'd Within my breast so fast, As to a stranger I seem'd strange, But Love forc'd love at last, Yet was I not as then I seem'd But rather wish to see If in so full a harbour Love might constant lodged be.
So Cupid plays oft nowadays And makes the fool seem fair; He dims the sight breding delight Where we seem to despair. So in our heart he makes them sport And laughs at them that love. Who for their pain gets this again their love no liing move.