The fickle state of Lovers.
O the fickle state of Lovers
O the fickle state of Lovers, a heart perplext with hopes and
fears; to day a world of Joy discover's, and to morrow's drown'd in tears: a Lovers
state's like April's, like April's weather, Rain and Sunshine, Rain and Sunshine, Rain and Sunshine
both together: If his Mistress do but smile, a Heav'n of Joy is in his heart, if her
Brow but frown a while, Hell can send no greater smart; in a Lovers brest doth dwell
very Heav'n, very Heav'n, or very Hell.