"Uncouth, unkist," our ancient Poet[5] said. And he that hides his wants, when he hath need, May, after, have his want of wit bewrayed; And fail of his desire, when others speed. Then boldly speak! "The worst is at first entering!" "Much good success men miss, for lack of venturing!" Declare the griefs wherewith thou art opprest, And let the world be witness of thy woes! Let not thy thoughts lie buried in thy breast; But let thy tongue, thy discontents disclose! For "who conceals his pain when he is grieved, May well be pitied, but no way relieved." L. [Sidenote: _Ne amor ne signoria vuole compagnia._] Wretched is he that loving, sets his heart On her, whose love, from pure affection swerveth; Who doth permit each one to have a part Of that, which none but he alone deserveth. Give all, or none! For once, of this be sure! "Lordship and Love no partners may endure." LI. Who spends the weary day in pensive thought, And night in dreams of horror and affright; Whose wealth is want; whose hope is come to nought; Himself, the mark for Love's and Fortune's spite: Let him appear, if any such there be! His case and mine more fitly will agree. LII. Fair tree, but fruitless! sometimes full of sap! Which now yields nought at all, that may delight me! Some cruel frost, or some untimely hap Hath made thee barren, only to despite me! Such trees, in vain, with hope do feed Desire; And serve for fuel to increase Love's fire. LIII. In company (whiles sad and mute I sit, My thoughts elsewhere, than there I seem to be) Possessed with some deep melancholy fit; One of my friends observes the same in me, And says in jest, which I in earnest prove, "He looks like one, that had lost his First Love!" LIV. 'Twixt Hope and Fear, in doubtful balance peazed, My fate, my fortune, and my love depends. Sometimes my Hope is raised, when LOVE is pleased; Which Fear weighs down, when ought his will offends. The heavens are sometimes clear, and sometimes lower; And "he that loves, must taste both sweet and sour!" LV. Retire, my wandering Thoughts! unto your rest! Do not, henceforth, consume yourselves in vain! No mortal man, in all points, can be blest; What now is mine, may be another's pain. The watery clouds are clear, when storms are past; And "things, in their extremes, long cannot last." LVI. [Sidenote: _Visus. Sermo. Tactus._]