Cord. Distressed pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyes <br /> Speak thee a martyr to love's cruelties, <br /> Whither away? <br />Amor. What pitying voice I hear, <br /> Calls back my flying steps? <br />Cord. Pr'ythee, draw near. <br />Amor. I shall but say, kind swain, what doth become <br /> Of a lost heart, ere to Elysium <br /> It wounded walks? <br />Cord. First, it does freely flye <br /> Into the pleasures of a lover's eye; <br /> But, once condemn'd to scorn, it fetter'd lies, <br /> An ever-bowing slave to tyrannies. <br />Amor. I pity its sad fate, since its offence <br /> Was but for love. Can tears recall it thence? <br />Cord. O no, such tears, as do for pity call, <br /> She proudly scorns, and glories at their fall. <br />Amor. Since neither sighs nor tears, kind shepherd, tell, <br /> Will not a kiss prevail? <br />Cord. Thou may'st as well <br /> Court Eccho with a kiss. <br />Amor. Can no art move <br /> A sacred violence to make her love? <br />Cord. O no! 'tis only Destiny or Fate <br /> Fashions our wills either to love or hate. <br />Amor. Then, captive heart, since that no humane spell <br /> Hath power to graspe thee his, farewell. <br />Cord. Farewell. <br />Cho. Lost hearts, like lambs drove from their folds by fears, <br /> May back return by chance, but not by tears.]<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dialogue-betwixt-cordanus-and-amoret-on-a-lost/
