Could my heart more tongues imploy

Could my heart more tongues imploy

Than it harbors thoughts of griefe,

It is now so farre from ioy,

That it scarce could aske reliefe.

Truest hearts by deedes vnkinde

To despayre are most enclin'd.

Happy mindes that can redeeme

Their engagements how they please;

That no ioyes, or hopes esteeme,

Halfe so pretious as their ease.

Wisedom should prepare men so

As if they did all foreknow.

Yet no Art or Caution can

Growne affections easily change;

Vse is such a Lord of Man

That he brookes worst what is strange.

Better neuer to be blest

Than to loose all at the best.