The Heart fled again.

FAlse, foolish Heart! didst thou not say,
That thou wouldst never leave me more?
Behold again 'tis fled away;
Fled as far from me as before▪
I strove to bring it back again,
I cry'd and hollow'd after it in vain.

Even so the gentle Tyrian Dame,
When neither Grief nor Love prevail,
Saw the dear object of her flame,
Th'ingrateful Trojan hoist his sail:
Aloud she call'd to him to stay;
The wind bore him, and her lost words away.

The doleful Ariadne so,
On the wide shore forsaken, stood:
False Theseus, whither dost thou go?
Afar false Theseus cut the flood.
But Bacchus came to her relief;
Bacchus himselfe's too weak to ease my grief.

Ah senseless Heart, to take no rest,
But travel thus eternally!
Thus to be froz'n in every breast!
And to be scorcht in every Eye!
Wandring about like wretched Cain,
Thrust out, ill us'd by all, but by none slain!

Well; since thou wilt not here remain,
I'll ev'en to live without Thee try;
My Head shall take the greater pain,
And all thy duties shall supply;
I can more easi'ly live I know
Without Thee, then without a Mistris Thow.