How eas'ly wert thou chained

How eas'ly wert thou chained,

Fond hart, by fauours fained!

Why liu'd thy hopes in grace,

Straight to dye disdained?

But since th' art now beguiled

By Loue that falsely smiled,

In some lesse happy place

Mourne alone exiled!

My loue still here increaseth,

And with my loue my griefe,

While her sweet bounty ceaseth,

That gaue my woes reliefe.

Yet 'tis no woman leaues me,

For such may proue uniust;

A Goddesse thus deceiues me,

Whose faith who could mistrust?

A Goddesse so much graced,

That Paradice is placed

In her most heau'nly brest,

Once by loue embraced:

But loue, that so kinde proued,

Is now from her remoued,

Nor will he longer rest

Where no faith is loued.

If Powres Celestiall wound vs

And will not yeeld reliefe,

Woe then must needs confound vs,

For none can cure our griefe.

No wonder if I languish

Through burden of my smart;

It is no common anguish

From Paradice to part.