1 O deare that I with thee might liue,
From humane trace remoued :
Where iealous care might neither grieue,
Yet each dote on their loued.
While fond feare may colour finde Loue's seldome pleased :
But much like a sicke mans rest it's soone diseased.
2 Why should our mindes not mingle so,
When loue and faith is plghted :
That eyther might the others know,
Alike in all delighted ?
Why should frailtie breed suspect when hearts are fixed ?
Must all humane ioyes of force with griefe be mixed ?
3 How oft haue wee eu'n smilde in teares
Our fond mistrust repenting ?
As snow when heau'nly fire appeares,
So melts loues hate relenting.
Vexed kindnesse soone fals off, and soone returneth :
Such a flame the more you quench the more it burneth.
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