Those lovers only happy are

Those lovers only happy are

That still despair.

The restless souls that hope and fear

In tempests live. Each smile or frown

Like surges toss them up and down,

And if they e'er

Attain the port, they shipwreck there

And sink their love though they escape,

For beauty shape,

And all those sweets which they before

Did with so much delight adore,

If tasted, they esteem no more

And once enjoyed

They are no sooner pleased than cloyed.

But he that dares his heart prefers

To worship her

Whose eyes divine fire doth not burn

But all love into wonder turn.

Blest in his objects glories are,

And their despair

Secures that bliss from all impair.