The Distance▪

I'Have followed thee a year at least,
And never stopt my self to rest.
But yet can thee o'retake no more,
Then this Day can the Day that went before.

In this our fortunes aequal prove
To Stars, which govern them above;
Our Stars that move for ever round,
With the same Distance still betwixt them found.

In vain, alas, in vain I strive
The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
Since if a round it swiftlier fly,
She in it mends her pace as much as I.

Hearts by Love, strangely shuffled are,
That there can never meet a Pare!
Tamelier then Worms are Lovers slain;
The wounded Heart ne'r turns to wound again▪