XLVI. Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, A queft of thoughts, all tenants to the heart; The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part : XLVII. Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, Or heart in love with fighs himself doth smother, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part: Thyself away art present ftill with me; For thou not farther than my thoughts canft move, And I am still with them and they with thee; Or, if they fleep, thy picture in my fight Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight. XLVIII. How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under trueft bars to thrust, From hands of falsehood, in fure wards of trust Moft worthy comfort, now my greatest grief, Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art, From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part; For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear. XLIX. Against that time, if ever that time come, Against that time do I ensconce me here To guard the lawful reasons on thy part: To leave poor me thou haft the ftrength of laws, Since why to love I can allege no cause. L. How heavy do I journey on the way, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say, As if by fome inftin&t the wretch did know That fometimes anger thrufts into his hide, More fharp to me than fpurring to his fide; |