FACTION that ever dwells, In court where wit excels, Hath set defiance: Fortune and love hath sworn, That they were never born Of one alliance. Fortune swears, weakest hearts The book of Cupid's arts Turn with her wheel, Senses themselves shall prove Venture her place in love Ask them that feel. This discord it begot Atheist that honour not Nature thought good, Fortune should ever dwell In court where wits excel Love keep the wood. So to the wood went I With love to live and die Fortune forlorn, Experience of my youth Made me think humble truth In desert born. My Saint is dear to me, And Joan herself is she Joan fair and true, Joan that doth ever move, Passions of love with love Fortune, adieu. |