Caelica, Sonnet XXVIII

FAction, that euer dwells
In Courts where Wit excels,
Hath set defiance:
Fortune and Loue haue sworne,
That they were neuer borne,
Of one alliance.

Cupid, that doth aspire
To be God of desire,
Sweares he giues lawes:
That where his arrowes hit,
Some ioy, some sorrow it,
Fortune no cause.

Fortune sweares weakest hearts,
The books of Cupids arts
Turne with her wheele:
Senses themselues shall proue,
Venture hath place in loue,
Aske them that feele.

This discord it begot
Atheists, that honour not
Nature, thought good;
Fortune should euer dwell
In Courts, where Wits excell:
Loue keepe the Wood.

Thus to the Wood went I
With Loue to liue and dye;
Fortune's forlorne:
Experience of my youth
Thus makes me thinke the truth,
In desart borne.

My Saint is deare to me,
Myra her selfe is she,
She faire, and true:
Myra that knowes to moue,
Passions of loue with loue:
Fortune Adieu.