Loves World.

IN each mans heart that doth begin
To love, there's ever fram'd within
A little world, for so I found,
When first my passion reason drown'd.

Instead of Earth unto this frame,
I had a faith was still the same,
For to be right it doth behoove
It be as that, fixt and not move;

Yet as the Earth may sometime shake
(For winds shut up will cause a quake)
So, often jealousie, and fear,
Stolne into mine, cause tremblings there.

My Flora was my Sun, for as
One Sun, so but one Flora was:
All other faces borrowed hence
Their light and grace, as stars do thence.

My hopes I call my Moon; for they
Inconstant still, were at no stay;
But as my Sun inclin'd to me,
Or more or lesse were sure to be:

Sometimes it would be full, and then
Oh! too too soon decrease agen;
Eclip'st sometimes, that 't would so fall
There would appear no hope at all.

My thoughts 'cause infinite they be
Must be those many Stars we see;
Of which some wandred at their will,
But most on her were fixed still.

My burning flame and hot desire
Must be the Element of fire,
Which hath as yet so secret been
That it as that was never seen:

No Kitching fire, nor eating flame,
But innocent, hot but in name;
A fire that's starv'd when fed, and gone
When too much fewel is laid on.

But as it plainly doth appear,
That fire subsists by being near
The Moons bright Orbe, so I beleeve
Ours doth, for hope keeps love alive.

My fancy was the Ayre, most free
And full of mutability,
Big with Chimera's, vapours here
Innumerable hatcht as there.

The Sea's my mind, which calm would be
Were it from winds (my passions) free;
But out alas! no Sea I find
Is troubled like a Lovers mind.

Within it Rocks and Shallows be,
Despair and fond credulity.

But in this World it were good reason
We did distinguish Time and Season;
Her presence then did make the Day,
And Night shall come when shee's away.

Long absence in far distant place
Creates the Winter, and the space
She tarryed with me; well I might
Call it my Summer of delight.

Diversity of weather came
From what she did, and thence had name;
Somtimes sh'would smile, that made it fair;
And when she laught, the Sun shin'd clear.

Sometimes sh'would frown, and sometimes weep,
So Clouds and Rain their turns do keep;
Sometimes again sh'would be all ice,
Extreamly cold, extreamly nice.

But soft my Muse, the world is wide,
And all at once was not descride:
It may fall out some honest Lover
The rest hereafter will discover.