The Louer hoping assuredly of attaining his purpose, after long sute, begins to ioy renouncing dolors

BE farre from mée you wofull woonted cries,
Adue Dispaire, that madste my hart agries:
Ye sobbing sighes farewel & pensiue plaint,
Resigne your roomes to ioy, ye long restraint
Without desart endurde.
Reiect those ruthfull Rymes yu (quaking Quill)
Which both declarde my wo and want of skill:
(Mine eies) that long haue had my Loue in chase,
With teares no more imbrue your Mystresse face
But to your Springs retyre.
And thou (my Hart) that long for lark of Grace
Forepinde hast bene and in a doolefull case,
Lament no more, let all such gripings go
As bred thy bale, and nurst thy cankred wo
With milke of mournefull Dug.
To Venus doe your due (you Senses all)
And to hir Sonne to whome you are in thrall:
To Cupid bend thy knée and thankes repay
That after lingred sute, and long delay
Hath brought thy ship to shore.
Let crabbed Fortune now expresse hir might,
And doe thy worst to mée thou stinging spite:
My hart is well defenst against your force,
For she hath vowde on mée to haue remorce
Whome I haue looude so long.
Henceforth exchaunge thy chéere and wofull voice
That hast yfounde such matter to reioice:
With mirrie quill and pen of pleasant plight
Thy blisfull haps and fortune to endight
Enforce thy barraine Skull.