Lady Mary Wroth

from Pamphilia to Amphilanthus: Song 5

Time only cause of my unrest
By whom I hop’d once to bee blest
   How cruell art thou turned?
That first gav’st lyfe unto my love,
And still a pleasure nott to move
   Or change though ever burned;
 
Have I thee slack’d, or left undun
One loving rite, and soe have wunn
   Thy rage or bitter changing?
That now noe minutes I shall see,
Wherein I may least happy bee
   Thy favors soe estranging.
 
Blame thy self, and nott my folly,
Time gave time butt to bee holly;
   True love such ends best loveth
Unworhty love doth seeke for ends
A worthy love butt worth pretends
   Nor other thoughts itt proveth:
 
Then stay thy swiftnes cruell time,
And lett mee once more blessed clime
   To joy, that I may prayse thee:
Lett mee pleasure sweetly tasting
Joy in love, and faith nott wasting
   And on fames wings I’le rayse thee:
 
Never shall thy glory dying
Bee untill thine owne untying
   That time noe longer liveth;
T’is a gaine such tyme to lend:
Since soe thy fame shall never end
   Butt joy for what she giveth.
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