The Change.

Love in her Sunny Eyes does basking play;
Love walkes the pleasant Mazes of her Haire;
Love does on both her Lips for ever stray;
And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
In all her outward parts Lov's always seen;
But, oh, He never went within.

Within Loves foes, his greatest foes abide
Malice, Inconstancy and Pride.
So the Earths face, Trees, Herbs and Flowers do dress,
With other beauties numberless:
But at the Center, Darkness is, and Hell;
There wicked Spirits, and there the Damned dwell.

With Me alas, quite contrary it fares;
Darkness and Death lies in my weeping eyes,
Despair, and Paleness in my face appeares,
And Grief, and Fear, Loves greatest enemies;
But, like the Persian-Tyrant, Love within
Keeps his proud Court, and ne're is seen.

Oh take my Heart, and by that means you'll prove
Within, too stor'd enough of Love:
Give me but Yours, I'll by that change so thrive,
That Love in all my parts shall live.
So powerful is this change, it render can,
My outside Woman, and your inside Man.