Am I thus conquer'd? hame I lost the powers, <br />That to withstand, which joyes to ruine me? <br />Must I bee still, while it my strength devoures, <br />And captive leads me prisoner bound, unfree? <br />Love first shall leave mens phant'sies to them free, <br />Desire shall quench loves flames, Spring, hate sweet showres; <br />Love shall loose all his Darts, have sight, and see <br />His shame and wishings, hinder happy houres. <br />Why should we not loves purblinde charmes resist? <br />Must we be servile, doing what he list? <br />No, seeke some hoste too harbour thee: I flye <br />Thy babish tricks, and freedome doe professe; <br />But O my hurt makes my lost heart confesse: <br />I love, and must; so farewell liberty.<br /><br />Mary Wroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/16/
