Crown 1

In this strange labyrinth how shall I turn?

Ways are on all sides while the way I miss;

If to the right hand, there in love I burn;

Let me go forward, therein danger is;

If to the left, suspicion hinders bliss,

Let me turn back, shame cries I ought return

Nor faint, though crosses with my fortunes kiss;

Stand still is harder, although sure to mourn.

Thus let me take the right, or left hand way;

Go forward, or stand still, or back retire;

I must these doubts endure without allay

Or help, but travail find for my best hire;

Yet that which most my troubled sense doth move

Is to leave all, and take the thread of love.