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After long trouble in a tedious way,
Of Loves unrest, laid downe to ease my paine,
Hoping for rest, new torments I did gaine
Possessing me, as if I ought t'obey.
When Fortune came, though blinded, yet did stay,
And in her blessed armes did me inchaine:
I, cold with griefe, thought noe warmth to obtaine,
Or to dissolve that ice of joyes decay.
Till rise (said she) Reward to thee doth send
By me the servant of true Lovers, joy:
Bannish all clouds of doubt, all feares destroy;
And now on Fortune, and on Love depend.
I her obey'd, and rising felt that Love
Indeed was best, when I did least it move.