Poems (1872) :: :: University of Virginia Library

Faction that euer dwelles, in Court, where wit excelles,
Hath set defiance:
Fortune and Loue haue sworne, that they were neuer borne,
Of one alliance.

Cupid which doth aspire, to be God of Desire,
Sweares he giues lawes:
That where his arrowes hit, some ioy, some sorrow it,
Fortune no cause.

Fortune sweares weakest hearts (the bookes of Cupid's arts)
Turnd with her wheele,
Senseles themselues shall proue: venter hath place in Loue,
Aske them that feele.

This discord it begot Atheists, that honor not:
Nature, thought good,
Fortune should euer dwell, in Court where witts excell:
Loue keepe the wood.

So to the wood went I, with Loue to liue and lie,
Fortune's forlorne:

Experience of my youth, made me thinke humble
Truth,
In desarts borne.

My Saint I keepe to me, and Joane herselfe is she,
Joane faire and true:
She that doth onley moue passions of loue with
Loue,
Fortune adieu.