To Amoret.

FAir, that you may truly know
What you unto Thirsis owe;
I will tell you how I do
Sacharissa Love, and you.

Joy salutes me, when I set
My blest Eyes on Amoret:
But with wonder I am strook,
When I on the other look.

If sweet Amoret complains,
I have sense of all her pains;
But for Sacharissa I
Do not only Grieve, but Die.

All that of my self is mine,
Lovely Amoret, is thine;
Sacharissa's Captive fain
Would untie his Iron chain;

And those scorching Beams to shun,
To thy gentle shadow run.
If the soul had free Election
To dispose of her affection,
I would not thus long have born
Haughty Sacharissa's scorn:
But 'tis sure some power above,
VVhich controuls ours VVill in Love.

If not Love, a strong desire
To create and spread that Fire
In my Breast, solicites me
Beauteous Amoret, for thee.

'Tis Amazement, more than Love,
Which her radiant eyes do move;
If less splendor wait on thine,
Yet they so benignly shine,

I would turn my dazelled sight
To behold their milder light.
But as hard 'tis to destroy
That high Flame, as to enjoy:
Which, how easily I may do
Heaven (as easily scal'd) does know.
Amoret, as sweet and good
As the most delicious Food,
Which but tasted, does impart
Life and gladness to the Heart:
Sacharissa's beautie's Wine,
Which to madness doth incline;
Such a Liquor as no Brain
That is Mortal, can sustain.
Scarce can I to Heaven excuse
The Devotion, which I use
Unto that adored Dame;
For 'tis not unlike the same,
VVhich I thither ought to send:
So that if it could take end;
'Twould to Heaven it self be due
To succeed her, and not you,
VVho already have of me
All that's not Idolatry;
VVhich, though not so fierce a Flame,
Is longer like to be the same.
Then smile on me, and I will prove,
Wonder is shorter liv'd than Love.