Desire, though thou my old companion art, And oft so clings to my pure love, that I One from the other scarcely can descry, While each doth blow the fire of my heart; Now from thy fellowship I needs must part; Venus is taught with Dian's wings to fly; I must no more in thy sweet passions lie; Virtue's gold now must head my Cupid's dart. Service and honour, wonder with delight, Fear to offend, will worthy to appear, Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite; These things are left me by my only dear. But thou, desire, because thou would'st have all, Now banished art -- but yet, alas, how shall? |