[IIII. If I seeke to inioy]
If I seeke to inioy, the fruits of my paine
If I seeke to inioy, the fruits of my paine, She
careles denyes me, with endles disdaine, Yet so much I loue her, that
nothing can either remoue me, or moue her, Alas, why contend I, why striue I in
vaine? in vaine, The water to mingle With Oyle that is Ayre, and loues to be single,
Tis not loue but Fate whose doome I abide, You pow'rs and you plannets, which Destenies
guide, Change your Opposition, It fits heau'nly powers to be milde
of Condition. Change your Opposition, It fits heau'nly powers to be milde of Condition.
