Sorrows, fair nymph, are full alone, 5 Nor counsel can endure. _Nymph._ Yet thine disclose; for, until known, Sickness admits no cure. _Shepherd._ My griefs are such as but to hear Would poison all thy joys; 10 The pity which thou seem'st to bear My health, thine own destroys. _Nymph._ How can diseased minds infect? Say what thy grief doth move! _Shepherd._ Call up thy virtue to protect 15 Thy heart, and know--'twas love. _Nymph._ Fond swain! _Shepherd._ By which I have been long Destin'd to meet with hate. _Nymph._ Fie! shepherd, fie! thou dost love wrong, To call thy crime thy fate. 20 _Shepherd._ Alas! what cunning could decline, What force can love repel? _Nymph._ Yet there's a way to unconfine Thy heart. _Shepherd._ For pity, tell. _Nymph._ Choose one whose love may be assur'd 25 By thine: who ever knew Inveterate diseases cur'd But by receiving new? _Shepherd._ All will, like her, my soul perplex. _Nymph._ Yet try. _Shepherd._ Oh, could there be 30 But any softness in that sex, I'd wish it were in thee! _Nymph._ Thy prayer is heard: learn now t'esteem The kindness she hath shown, Who, thy lost freedom to redeem, 35 Hath forfeited her own. TO THE COUNTESS OF S[UNDERLAND?] WITH THE HOLY COURT.[1:1] Since every place you bless, the name This book assumes may justlier claim. (What more a court than where you shine? And where your soul, what more divine?) You may perhaps doubt at first sight 5 That it usurps upon your right; And praising virtues that belong To you, in others, doth you wrong. No, 'tis yourself you read, in all Perfections earlier ages call 10 Their own; all glories they e'er knew Were but faint prophecies of you. You then have here sole interest, whom 'tis meant As well to entertain, as represent. DRAWN FOR VALENTINE BY THE L[ADY] D[OROTHY] S[PENCER?].[2:1]