Song 46. Now will I a Lover be
[I]
Now will I a Lover be,
Love himself commanded me;
Full at first of stubborn pride,
To submit my soul deni'd,
He his Quiver takes and Bow,
Bids defiance, forth we goe;
Arm'd with spear and shield we meet,
On he charges, I retreat.
II
Till perceiving in the fight
He had wasted every flight,
Into me, with fury hot,
Like a dart himselfe he shot,
And my cold heart melts my shield
Uselesse, no defence could yeild;
For what boots an outward skreen
When (alas) the fights within?