@3Lover@1 WEEP not, nor backward turn your beams, Fond eyes! Sad sighs, lock in your breath, Lest on this wind, or in those streams, My griev'd soul fly or sail to death. Fortune destroys me if I stay, Love kills me if I go away: Since Love and Fortune both are blind, Come, Reason, and resolve my doubtful mind. @3Reason@1 Fly! and blind Fortune be thy guide, And 'gainst the blinder god rebel. Thy lovesick heart shall not reside Where scorn and self-will'd error dwell; Where entrance unto Truth is barr'd, Where Love and Faith find no reward: For my just hand may sometime move The wheel of Fortune, not the sphere of Love. |