Mary Wroth
After long trouble in a tedious way
Of love's unrest, laid down to ease my pain,
Hoping for rest, new torments I did gain
Possessing me as if I ought t'obey:
When Fortune came, though blinded, yet did stay,
And in her blessed arms did me enchain;
I, cold with grief, thought no warmth to obtain
Or to dissolve that ice of joy's decay;
Till, 'Rise,' said she, 'Venus to thee doth send
By me, the servant of true lovers, joy:
Banish all clouds of doubt, all fears destroy,
And now on Fortune, and on Love, depend.'
I her obeyed, and rising felt that love
Indeed was best, when I did least it move.