Time only cause of my unrest, <br />By whom I hop'd once to be blest, <br />How cruell art thou turn'd? <br />That first gau'st lyfe unto my love, <br />And still a pleasure not to move, <br />Or change, though ever burn'd. <br /> <br />Haue I thee slack'd, or left undone <br />One loving rite, and so have wonne, <br />Thy rage, or bitter changing? <br />That now noe minutes I shall see, <br />Wherein I may least happy be, <br />Thy favours so estranging. <br /> <br />Blame thy selfe, and not my folly, <br />Time gave time but to be holy, <br />True Love, such ends best loveth: <br />Unworthy Love doth seeke for ends, <br />A worthy Love but worth pretends; <br />Nor other thoughts it proveth.<br /><br />Mary Wroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/35-song-5/
