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._] The fire of Love is first bred in the Eye, And thence conveys his heat unto the Heart, Where it lies hid, till time his force descry. The Tongue thereto adds fuel for his part; The touch of Lips, which doth succeed the same, Kindles the rest, and so it proves a flame. LVII. The tender Sprigs that sprouted in the field, And promised hope of fruit to him that planted; Instead of fruit, doth nought but blossoms yield, Though care, and pain to prune them never wanted: Even so, my hopes do nought but blossoms prove, And yield no fruits to recompense my love. LVIII. Though little sign of love in show appear; Yet think, True Love, of colours hath no need! It's not the glorious garments, which men wear, That makes them other than they are indeed: "In meanest show, the most affection dwells; And richest pearls are found in simplest shells." LIX. [Sidenote: _MARTIAL. Ille dolet vere, qui sine teste dolet._] Let not thy tongue, thy inward thoughts disclose! Or tell the sorrows that thy heart endures! Let no man's ears be witness of thy woes! Since pity, neither help nor ease procures: And "only he is, truly, said to moan, Whose griefs none knoweth but himself alone." LX. [Sidenote: _Alteri inserviens meipsum conficio._] A thousand times; I curse these idle rhymes, Which do their Maker's follies vain set forth; Yet bless I them again, as many times, For that in them, I blaze ALCILIA'S worth. Meanwhile, I fare, as doth the torch by night, Which wastes itself in giving others light. LXI. Enough of this! For all is nought regarded! And She, not once, with my complaints is moved. Die, hapless love! since thou art not rewarded; Yet ere thou die, to witness that I loved! Report my truth! and tell the Fair unkind, That "She hath lost, what none but She shall find! LXII.