Love brought me to a silent Grove, And shew'd me there a Tree, Where some had hang'd themselves for love, And gave a Twist to me. The Halter was of silk, and gold, That he reacht forth unto me: No otherwise, then if he would By dainty things undo me. He bade me then that Neck-lace use; And told me too, he maketh A glorious end by such a Noose, His Death for Love that taketh. 'T was but a dream; but had I been There really alone; My desp'rate feares, in love, had seen Mine Execution. |