NOW cease, my wandering eyes, Strange beauties to admire, In change least comfort lies; Long joys yield long desire— One faith, one love, Makes our frail pleasures eternal and in sweetness prove New hopes, new joys, Are still with sorrow declining Unto deep annoys. One man hath but one soul, Which art cannot divide, If all one soul must love, Two loves must be denied: One soul, one love, By faith and merit united, cannot remove: Distraught spirits Tire ever changing and hapless In their delights. Nature two eyes hath given, All beauty to impart, As well in earth as heaven, But she hath given one heart, That though we see Ten thousand beauties, yet in us one should be One steadfast love, Because our hearts stand fixed, Although our eyes do move. |