LXXIII.
[I rue to thinke vpon the dismall day]
Here the Author, by faining a quarrell betwixt Loue and his
Heart, vnder a shadow expresseth the tyrannie of the one, &
the miserie of the other: to sturre vp a iust hatred of the
ones iniustice, and cause due compassion of the others vnhappines.
But as he accuseth Loue for his readines to hurt,
where he may; so he not excuseth his Heart, for desiring a
faire imprisonment, when he neded not: thereby specifying
in Loue a wilfull malice, in his Heart a heedlesse follie.
I rue to thinke vpon the dismall day
When Cupid first proclamed open warre
Against my Hearte; which fledde without delay,
But when he thought from Loue to be most farre,
The winged boy preuented him by flight,
And led him captiuelyke from all delight.
The time of triumph being ouerpast,
He scarcely knewe where to bestowe the spoile,
Till through my heedlesse Heartes desire, at last,
He lockt him vp in Tower of endlesse toyle,
Within her brest, whose hardned wil doth vexe
Her silly ghest softer then liquid wex.
This prison at the first did please him well,
And seem'd to be some earthly Paradise,
Where now (alas) Experience doth tell,
That Beawties bates can make the simple wise,
And biddes him blame the bird, that willingly
Choaseth a golden cage for liberty.
