Is to leave all, and take the thread of love,
Which line straight leads unto the soul's content,
Where choice delights with pleasure's wings do move,
And idle fant'sy never room had lent.
When chaste thoughts guide us, then our minds are bent
To take that good which ills from us remove:
Light of true loe brings fruit which none repent;
Bust constant Lovers seek and wish to prove.
Love is the shining Star of blessings light,
The fervent fire of zeal, the root of peace,
The lasting lamp, fed with the oil of right,
Image of Faith, and womb for joy's increase.
Love is true virtue, and his ends delight,
His flames are joys, his bands true lovers' might.
--Lady Mary Wroth