III.
[Speake gentle heart, where is thy dwelling place?]
This passion is all framed in manner of a dialogue,
wherein the Author talketh with his owne heart,
beeing nowe through the commandement and
force of loue separated from his bodie miraculouslie,
and against nature, to follow his mistres,
in hope, by long attendance vpon her, to purchase
in the end her loue and fauour, and by that
meanes to make him selfe all one with her owne
hearte.
Speake
gentle heart, where is thy dwelling place?
we her, whose birth the heauēs thēselues haue blest.
What dost thou there? Somtimes behold her face,
And lodge sometimes within her cristall brest:
She cold, thou hot, how can you then agree?
Not nature now, but loue doth gouerne me.
With her wilt thou remaine, and let mee die?
If I returne, wee both shall die for griefe:
If still thou staye, what good shall growe thereby?
Ile moue her heart to purchase thy reliefe:
What if her heart be hard, & stop his eares?
Ile sigh aloud, & make him soft with teares:
If that preuaile, wilte thou returne from thence?
Not I alone, her heart shall come with mee:
Then will you both liue vnder my defence?
So long as life will let vs both agree:
Why then dispaire, goe packe thee hence away,
I liue in hope to haue a golden daie.
