A solemne conceipt

1
DOTH loue liue in beauties eyes?
Why then are they so vnlouing?
Patience in her passion prouing:
There his sorrowe chiefely lies.

2
Liues beliefe in louers hearts?
Why then are they vnbelieuing,
Hourely so the spirit grieuing,
With a thousand iealous smarts?

3
Is there pleasure in loues passion?
Why then is it so vnpleasing,
Heart and spirit both diseasing,
Where the wits are out of fashion?

1
No: loue sees, in beauties eyes:
He hath only lost his seeing:
Where in sorrowes only being,
All his comfort wholly dies.

2
Faith, within the heart of loue,
Fearefull of the thing it hath,
Treading of a trembling path,
Doth but iealousie approue.

3
In loues passion then what pleasure?
Which is but a lunacy:
Where griefe, feare, and iealousie
Plague the senses out of measure.

Farewell then (vnkindly) fancy,
In thy courses all too cruell:
Woe, the price of such a iewell,
As turnes reason to a franzy.