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.