This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 edition. Excerpt: ...concealed doth aggravate the pains. Sing then, my soul, the story of my loss, Form in sweet words the anguish of my mind: Yet do not: singing ill becomes a cross, Rather sigh out, how hard Love's yoke I find. Love is a sickness, singing is a joy: And pleasure is no packhorse for annoy. But must Ithen, knowing Love a disease That fills our souls with strange calamities, Spite of my heart enforce myself to please, And in mine own arms hug my miseries?And seeing still my state wax worse and worse, Must I of force embrace and kiss my curse? I must, I must, Cupid hath sworn I must, And 'tis in vain and bootless to resist: Then be not, Love, oh, be not too unjust, I yield me to thy rule, rule how thou list: For my reclaimed rebellion shall bring forth A treble duty to thy glorious worth. Oh Love, sweet Love, oh high and heavenly Love, The court of pleasure, paradise of rest! Without whose circuit all things bitter prove, Within whose centure l every wretch is blest: 0 grant me pardon, sacred deity, 1 do recant my former heresy! And thou the dearesta idol of my thought, Whom love I did, and do, and always will:Oh pardon what my coy disdain hath wrought, My coy disdain, the author of this ill: And for the pride that I have showed before, By Love I swear, I'll love thee ten times more. Hast thou shed tears? those tears will I repay, Ten tears for one, a hundred tears for ten. Hath my proud rigour hunted thee astray?I'll lose my life, or bring thee back agen: Each sigh I'll quittance with a thousand groans, And each complaint with a whole age of moans. And when I find thee, as I find thee will, Or lose myself in seeking what I love, Then will I try with all true humble skill Thy pity on my great offence to move: Till when, my griefs are more than...