1 When loue and time and measure makes his ground, Time that must end though loue can neuer die, Tis loue betwixt a shadow and a sound, A loue not in the hart but in the eie, A loue that ebbes and flowes now vp now downe, A mornings fauor and an euenings frowne. 2 Sweete lookes shew loue, yet they are but as beames, Faire wordes seeme true, yet they are but as wind, Eies shed their teares yet are but outward streames: Sighes paint a sadnes in the falsest minde. Lookes, wordes, teares, sighes, shew loue when loue they leaue, False harts can weepe, sigh, sweare, and yet deceiue.
words by: John Lilliatt (?)Close