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FAction that euer dwelles, in Court where wit excelles,
hath set defiance.
Fortune and Loue haue sworne, that they were neuer borne,
of one alliance.

Cupid which 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 bookes of Cupids Arts)
turnd with hir wheele,
Sensles themselues shall proue: venter hath place in Loue,
aske them that feele.

This discord it be got Atheists, that honor not.
Nature thought good,
Fortune should euer dwell in Court where wits excell,
Loue keepe the wood.

So to the wood went I, with Loue to liue and die,
Fortune's forlorne:
Experience of my youth, made me thinke humble Truth
In desarts borne.

My Saint I keepe to mee, and Ioane her selfe is shee,
Ioane faire and true:
Shee that doth onely moue passions of loue with Loue:
Fortune adieu.