IV

IF it be love to wake out all the night,
And watchfull eyes drive out in dewie moanes▪
And when the Sun brings to the world his light
To waste the Day in teares, and bitter groanes.
If it be love to dim weake reasons beame
With clouds of strange desire, and make the mind
In hellish agonies a heav'n to dreame,
Still seeking Comforts where but griefes we find;
If it be love to staine with wanton thought
A spotlesse chastity, and make it try
More furious flames than his whose cunning wrought
That brazen Bull, where he intomb'd did fry.
Then sure is Love the causer of such woes,
Be ye our Lovers, or our mortall foes.