XXXII. The painful ploughman hath his heart's delight; Who, though his daily toil his body tireth, Yet merrily comes whistling home at night, And sweetly takes the ease his pain requireth: But neither days nor nights can yield me rest; Born to be wretched, and to live opprest! XXXIII. O well were it, if Nature would devise That men with men together might engender, As grafts of trees, one from another rise; Then nought, of due, to women should we render! But, vain conceit! that Nature should do this; Since, well we know, herself a woman is! XXXIV. Upon the altar where LOVE's fires burnèd, My Sighs and Tears for sacrifice I offered; When LOVE, in rage, from me his countenance turnèd, And did reject what I so humbly proffered. If he, my heart expect, alas, it's gone! "How can a man give that, is not his own?" XXXV. ALCILIA said, "She did not know my mind, Because my words did not declare my love!" Thus, where I merit most, least help I find; And her unkindness all too late I prove. Grant, LOVE! that She, of whom thou art neglected, May one day love, and little be respected! XXXVI. [Sidenote: _Amor est otiosorum negotium._] The Cynic[4] being asked, "When he should love?" Made answer, "When he nothing had to do; For Love was Sloth!" But he did never prove By his experience, what belonged thereto. For had he tasted but so much as I, He would have soon reformed his heresy. XXXVII. O judge me not, sweet Love, by outward show! Though sometimes strange I seem, and to neglect thee! Yet didst thou, but my inward Passions know, Thou shouldst perceive how highly I respect thee! "When looks are fixed, the heart ofttimes doth tremble!" "Little loves he, that cannot much dissemble!" XXXVIII. Parting from thee! even from myself I part. Thou art the star, by which my life is guided! I have the body, but thou hast the heart! The better part is from itself divided. Thus do I live, and this I do sustain, Till gracious Fortune make us meet again! Open the sluices of my feeble eyes, And let my tears have passage from their fountain! Fill all the earth, with plaints! the air, with cries! Which may pierce rocks, and reach the highest mountain: That so, LOVE's wrath, by these extremes appeased; My griefs may cease, and my poor heart be eased. XL.