Anonymous

WHOEVER thinks or hopes of love for love,

Or who beloved in Cupid’s laws doth glory,

Who joys in vows or vows not to remove,

Who by this light god hath not been made sorry,—

Let him see me, eclipsèd from my sun,

With dark clouds of an earth quite overrun.

Who thinks that sorrows felt, desires hidden,

Or humble faith in constant honour armèd,

Can keep love from the fruit that is forbidden;

Who thinks that change is by entreaty charmèd,—

Looking on me, let him know love’s delights

Are treasures hid in caves but kept by sprites.