[Shall I loue againe, & try]
1
Shall I loue againe, & try
If I still must loue to lose,
And make weake mortalitye
Giue new birth vnto my woes?
No, let me euer liue from Loues enclosing,
Rather yn loue to liue in feare of loosing.
2
One whom hasty Nature giues
To the world without his sight,
Not so discontented lives,
As a man deprived of light:
'Tis knowledge that gives vigour to our woe,
And not the want, but losse that paines us soe.
3
With the Arabian Bird then be
Both the Louer and belou'd;
Be thy lines thy progeny
By some gracious faire approu'd;
So may'st thou live, & be belov'd of many,
Without the feare of losse, or want of any.
