6. Faire is my love
Faire is my love that feedes among the Lillies,
The Lillies growing in that pleasant garden,
WhereCupids mount that welbeloved hill is,
And where that little god himselfe is warden.
See where my Love fits in the beds of spices,
Beset all round with Camphere, Myrrhe and Roses,
And interlac'd with curious devices,
Which her from all the world apart incloses.
There doth she tune her Lute for her delight,
And with sweet musick makes the ground to move,
Whilest I (poore I) doe sit alone in heavie plight,
...Wayling alone my unrespected love,
Not daring rush into so rare a place,
That gives to her and she to it a grace.
Soon as the hungry lion seeks his prey
In solitary range of pathless mountains;
Soon as the passenger sets on his way;
Soon as beasts resort unto the fountains;
So soon mine eyes their office are discharging,
And I my griefs with greater griefs enlarging.
Compare me to the child that plays with fire,.
. Or to the fly that dieth in the flame,
.Or to the foolish boy that did aspire
.To touch the glory of high heaven's frame.
No man to these me fitly can compare;
.These live to die, I die to live in care.