But by thy fathers wrath, By all paines, which want and divorcement hath, I conjure thee, and all the oathes which I And thou have sworne to seale joynt constancy, Here I unsweare, and overswear them thus, Thou shalt not love by wayes so dangerous. Temper, ô faire Love, loves impetuous rage, Be my true Mistris still, not my faign’d Page; I’ll goe, and, by thy kinde leave, leave behinde Thee, onely worthy to nurse in my minde, Thirst to come backe; ô if thou die before, My soule from other lands to thee shall soare. Thy (else Almighty) beautie cannot move Rage from the Seas, nor thy love teach them love, Nor tame wilde Boreas harshnesse; Thou has reade How roughly hee in peeces shivered Faire Orithea, whom he swore he lov’d. Fall ill or good, ’tis madnesse to have prov’d Dangers unurg’d; Feed on this flattery, That absent Lovers one in th’other be. Dissemble nothing, not a boy, nor change Thy bodies habite, nor mindes; bee not strange To thy selfe onely. All will spie in thy face A blushing womanly discovering grace; Richly cloath’d Apes, are call’d Apes, and as soone Ecclips’d as bright we call the Moone the Moone.
