A Solemne Conceipt.
1
Doth Love liue in Beauties eyes?
Why then are they so vnloving?
Patience in her passion prouing,
There his sorrowe chiefely lies.
2
Liues beliefe in lovers hearts?
Why then are they vnbelieuing?
Hourely so the spirit grieuing,
With a thousand jealous smarts?
3
Is there pleasure in Loue's passion?
Why then is it so vnpleasing,
Heart and spirit both diseasing,
Where the wits are out of fashion?
4
No: Love sees in Beauties eyes:
He hath only lost his seeing:
Where in Sorrowes only being
All his comfort wholly dies.
5
Faith, within the heart of Loue,
Feareful of the thing it hath,
Treading of a trembling path,
Doth but jealousie approue.
6
In Loves passion then what pleasure?
Which is but a lunacy:
Where griefe, feare, and jealousie,
Plague the senses out of measure?
7
Farewell, then, (vnkindly) Fancy,
In thy courses all too cruell:
Woe the price of such a jewell,
As turnes Reason to a franzy.
