A Dialogue betwene a Lover and Reason

Love:

Weepe not, nor backward turne your beames,

Fond eyes; sad sighes, locke in your breath,

Lest on this winde, or in those streams,

My griev'd soule flie, or saile to death,

Fortune destroys me if I stay,

Love kils me if I goe away;

Since Love and Fortune both are blind,

Come Reason and resolve my doubtfull mind.

Reason:

Fly, fly, and blind Fortune be thy guide,

And gainst the blinder God rebell;

Thy love sick heart shall not reside

Where scorn and selfe-wild Error dwell,

Where entrance unto truth is barr'd,

Where love and faith finde no reward;

For my just hand may sometimes move

The wheele of Fortune, not the sphere of Love.

Chorus:

Fly, fly, and blind Fortune bee thy guide,

And gainst the blinder God rebell,

Thy love-sick heart shall not reside

Where scorn and selfe-willd Error dwell.