The Louer confesseth himselfe to be in Loue and enamored of Mistresse. P.

IF banisht sléepe, and watchfull care,
If minde affright with dreadfull dreames:
If torments rife, and pleasure rare,
If face besmearde with often streames:
If chaunge of cheare from ioy to smart,
If altred hue from pale to red:
If foltring tongue with trembling hart,
If sobbing sighes with furie fed:
If sodaine hope by feare opprest,
If feare by hope supprest againe,
Be prooues that loue within the brest
Hath bound the hart with fansies chaine:
Then I of force no longer may
In couert kéepe my piersing flame,
Which euer doth it selfe bewray
But yeelde my selfe to fansies frame.
And now in fine to be a thrall
To hir that hath my hart in Gyue,
Shée may enforce me rise or fall
Till Death my limmes of life depriue.
P. with hir beautie hath bereft
My fréedome from my thralled minde,
And with hir louing lookes ycleft
My reason through both Barke and Rinde.
Yet well therewith I am content
In minde to take it paciently,
Since sure I am she will relent
And not enforce hir Friende to die.
So I in recompence may haue
Naught but a faithfull hart againe:
Then other friendship nill I craue,
But think my loue ylent to gaine.