If she, at last, reward thy love And all thy harms repair! Thy happiness will sweeter prove, Raised up from deep despair. And if that now thou welcome be, When thou with her doth meet; She all this while, but played with thee, To make thy joys more sweet. * * * * * Come, heavy Sleep! the Image of true Death! And close up these my weary weeping eyes! Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath, And tears my heart with sorrow's sigh-swollen cries. Come, and possess my tired thoughts! worn soul! That living dies, till thou on me bestoule! Come, Shadow of my End; and Shape of Rest! Allied to Death, Child to this black-fast Night! Come thou, and charm these rebels in my breast! Whose waking fancies doth my mind affright. O come, sweet Sleep! Come, or I die for ever! Come ere my last sleep comes, or come never! * * * * * Away with these self-loving lads, Whom CUPID's arrow never glads! Away poor souls that sigh and weep, In love of them that lie and sleep! For CUPID is a meadow god, And forceth none to kiss the rod. God CUPID's shaft, like Destiny, Doth either good or ill decree; Desert is borne out of his bow, Reward upon his feet doth go. What fools are they, that have not known That LOVE likes no laws, but his own! My songs, they be CYNTHIA's praise: I wear her rings on holidays. On every tree, I write her name, And every day I read the same: Where HONOUR, CUPID's rival is, There miracles are seen of his. If CYNTHIA crave her ring of me, I'll blot her name out of the tree! If doubt do darken things held dear, Then "Well fare nothing!" once a year: For many run, but one must win. Fools only, hedge the cuckoo in! The worth that worthiness should move Is love; which is the bow of LOVE: And love as well the For'ster can, As can the mighty Nobleman. Sweet saint, 'tis true, you worthy be! Yet, without love, nought worth to me! [Illustration] +R[?ICHARD]. Y[?OUNG].+ _The state of a Christian lively set forth,_ _by an allegory of a Ship under Sail._ [This Writer was evidently a forerunner of JOHN BUNYAN.] Prov. xxxi. 14. Job ix. 26. Isaiah xxiii. 1. Rev. viii. 9. [Original broadside, inserted in a distinct work of the Author, called _The Victory of Patience_. 1636.]