A WISH IN VAINE.

O H that Wit were not amazed
At the wonder of his senses
Or his eyes not ouergazed
In Minervas excellences.

Oh that Reason were not foiled
In the rules of all his learning
Or his learning were not spoiled
In the sweete of Loues discerning.

Oh that Beauty were not froward
In regard of Reasons duety,
Or that Will were not vntoward
In the waiward wit of Beauty.

But since all in vaine are wishes,
Patience tels them that haue past it
Poys'ned broth, in siluer dishes,
Kils their stomackes that doe taste it.

Wit and Reason, Loue and Learning
All in Beauties eyes are blinded,
Where in sense of sweete discerning
She will be vnkindly minded.

Let those hartes whose eyes perceiue her
Triumphe, but in thoughts tormented
Labour all they can to leaue her.
Or else die and be contented