Like will to like, each Creature loves his kinde;
Chaste words proceed still from a bashfull minde.

Nothing hard, or harsh can prove
Unto those that truly love.

Love is maintain'd by wealth; when all is spent,
Adversity then breeds the discontent.

From me my Silvia ranne away,
And running therewithall;
A Primrose Banke did cross her way,
And gave my Love a fall.

But trust me now I dare not say,
What I by chance did see;
But such the Drap'ry did betray
That fully ravisht me.

Teares most prevaile; with teares too thou mayst move
Rocks to relent, and coyest maids to love.

Love is a kind of warre; Hence those who feare,
No cowards must his royall Ensignes beare.

Then did I live when I did see
Perilla smile on none but me.
But (ah!) by starres malignant crost,
The life I got I quickly lost:
But yet a way there doth remaine,
For me embalm'd to live againe;
And that's to love me; in which state
Ile live as one Regenerate.

I doe love I know not what;
Sometimes this, & sometimes that:
All conditions I aime at.

But, as lucklesse, I have yet
Many shrewd disasters met,
To gaine her whom I wo'd get.

Therefore now Ile love no more,
As I've doted heretofore:
He who must be, shall be poore.

Some salve to every sore, we may apply;
Only for my wound there's no remedy.
Yet if my Julia kisse me, there will be
A soveraign balme found out to cure me.

Love is a Circle, and an Endlesse Sphere;
From good to good, revolving here, & there.