Who ever thinks or hopes of Love for Love
Or who belov'd in Cupids Laws doth glory,
Who joys in vows or vows not to remove,
Who by this light-god hat not been made sorry:
Let him see me eclipsed from my sun,
With dark clouds of an earth, with dark clouds of an earth quite over-run!

Who thinks that sorrows felt, de-sires hidden,
Or humble Faaith in constant honour arm'd,
Can keep Love from the fruit that is forbidden,
Who thinks that change is by entreat'y charm'd:
Looking on me let him know Love's delights
Are treasures hid in caves, are treasures hid in caves, but kept by sprites!