Crown 8

He that shuns love doth love himself the less,

And cursed he whose spirit not admires

The worth of love, where endless blessedness

Reigns, and commands, maintained by heavenly fires

Made of virtue, joined by truth, blown by desires,

Strengthened by worth, renewed by carefulness

Flaming in never-changing thoughts, briars

Of jealousy shall here miss welcomeness,

Nor coldly pass in the pursuits of love

Like one long frozen in a sea of ice,

And yet but chastely let your passions move

No thought from virtuous love your minds entice

Never to other ends your fancies place

But where they may return with honour's grace.