When first thou didst entice to thee my heart,

I thought the service brave:

So many joyes I writ down for my part,

Besides what I might have

Out of my stock of naturall delights,

Augmented with thy gracious benefits.

I looked on thy furniture so fine,

And made it fine to me:

Thy glorious houshold-stuffe did me entwine,

And ’tice me unto thee.

Such starres I counted mine: both heav'n and earth

Payd me my wages in a world of mirth.

What pleasures could I want, whose King I served?

Where joyes my fellows were.

Thus argu'd into hopes, my thoughts reserved

No place for grief or fear.

Therefore my sudden soul caught at the place,

And made her youth and fiercenesse seek thy face.

At first thou gav'st me milk and sweetnesses;

I had my wish and way:

My dayes were straw'd with flow'rs and happinesse;

There was no moneth but May.

But with my yeares sorrow did twist and grow,

And made a partie unawares for wo.

My flesh began unto my soul in pain,

Sicknesses cleave my bones;

Consuming agues dwell in ev'ry vein,

And tune my breath to grones.

Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce beleeved,

Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.

When I got health, thou took'st away my life,

And more; for my friends die:

My mirth and edge was lost; a blunted knife

Was of more use then I.

Thus thinne and lean without a fence or friend,

I was blown through with ev'ry storm and winde.

Whereas my birth and spirit rather took

The way that takes the town;

Thou didst betray me to a lingring book,

And wrap me in a gown.

I was entangled in the world of strife,

Before I had the power to change my life.

Yet, for I threatned oft the siege to raise,

Not simpring all mine age,

Thou often didst with Academick praise

Melt and dissolve my rage.

I took thy sweetned pill, till I came neare;

I could not go away, nor persevere.

Yet lest perchance I should too happie be

In my unhappinesse,

Turning my purge to food, thou throwest me

Into more sicknesses.

Thus doth thy power crosse-bias me, not making

Thine own gift good, yet me from my wayes taking.