My choice is made and I desire no change, My wandring thoughts in limits now are bound : The deserts wilde wherin my wits did range, Are now made easie walks and pleasant ground : Let him that list sooth humors that be vaine, Till vanitie all meane exceeds, Let passions stil possesse the idle braine, And care consume whom folly feeds. I rest resolu'd no fancies fits can mee estrange, My choice is made, and I desire no more to change. 2. Change they their choice, to whose delicious sence, The strangest obiects are of most esteeme : Inconstant likeing may find excellence, In things which (being not good) yet best doe seeme. Let gallant blouds still crowne their sports with ioy, Whom honor, wealth, and pleasure fils : Let sweet contentment neuer find annoy, While Fortune frames things to their wills. This stirs not mee, I am the same, I was before, My choice is made, and I desire to change no more. 3. Be my choice blamde, or be I thought vnwise, To hold my choice, by others not approued, I say, that to my selfe I fall or rise, By feare, or force I cannot be remoued. Let friends in pittie doubt of my successe, Their pittie gets no thanks at all : Let foes be glad to see my hopes grow lesse, I scorne the worst that wish they shall : Still stand I firme, my heart is set, and shall remaine, My choice is made, and neuer will I change againe.
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