ONE, amongst flowers, green leaves, and the cool grass Takes his delight, and pleasant hours does pass, This in a cave can rest, or quiet grove, And that in wars forgets the thoughts of Love: Some vent their sighs to th' air, and ease do find, A spring may quench the fever of the mind. But to my grief no remedy can bring, Flowers, Leaves, Grass, Cave, Grove, Wars, the Air, nor Spring. |