1 "That idle name of Love, and lover's life, 2 As loss of time, and virtue's enemy, 3 I ever scorned, and joyed to stir up strife 4 In middest of their mournful tragedy,
middest > [the midmost part of]
5 Ay wont to laugh when them I heard to cry,
Ay > Ever wont > accustomed
6 And blow the fire which them to ashes burnt: 7 Their god himself, grieved at my liberty,
god > [Cupid]
8 Shot many a dart at me with fierce intent, 9 But I them warded all with wary government.
government > conduct, discretion
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But all in vaine: no fort can be so strong,
2 Ne fleshly brest can armed be so sound,
But will at last be wonne with battrie long,
4 Or +vnawares+ at disauantage found;
Nothing is sure, that growes on earthly ground:
6 And who most trustes in arme of fleshly might,
And boasts, in beauties chaine not to be bound,
8 Doth soonest fall in disauentrous fight,
And yeeldes his caytiue neck to victours most despight.