@3Marc@1. What strange effects of Fortune do I prove! How variously she in my life doth move! A Prince so brave, and in his Power so great, Forc'd to beg favors humbly at my feet: She never for thy glory more could do, Then she in that, @3Marcelia@1, did for you. Pride could not raise, nor swell my hopes more high, Then she has given me Power to satisfie: Nor can she bring my heart to more distress, Then she has done in all my happiness: Then bribes me with a Crown to be content, And makes Ambition prove Loves Monument. But love, if true, did never Power know, That greater, then it self, could ever grow; But that of Heaven; when it within the Soul Does monstrous prove, and Virtue would controul. No, no, I still must love whilst I have breath; Nothing can give my passion date, but death. But that @3Lotharicus@1 mayn't pleasure take, To think that his doth sleep, and mine doth wake; I'le force my courage, give me to thee King, Though I shall be a heartless offering: And on a Throne in secret mourn that Fate Destroy'd his Love, and rais'd me to such State. As Princes ought, I then will act my part, Not make my face prospective to my heart; Nor give the Kings contentment cause to doubt, When his confin'd, my Love does wander out: My griefs and passions all shall inward burn; The brave, their bodies, makes their troubles Urn. |