⁠Blind love that comes by night and casts out rest;
⁠Of all things tired thy lips look weariest,
Save the long smile that they are wearied of.
Ah sweet, albeit no love be sweet enough,
⁠Choose of two loves and cleave unto the best;
⁠Two loves at either blossom of thy breast
Strive until one be under and one above.
Their breath is fire upon the amorous air,
⁠Fire in thine eyes and where thy lips suspire:
And whosoever hath seen thee, being so fair,
⁠Two things turn all his life and blood to fire;
A strong desire begot on great despair,
⁠A great despair cast out by strong desire.

⁠With love like gold bound round about the head,
⁠Sex to sweet sex with lips and limbs is wed,
Turning the fruitful feud of hers and his
To the waste wedlock of a sterile kiss;