SONNET V.
I wandered out, awhile agone,
And went, I know not whither;
But there, do Beauties, many a one,
Resort, and meet together:
And Cupid's power will there be shewn,
If ever you come thither!
For like two suns, two Beauties bright,
I, shining saw together:
And, tempted by their double light,
My eyes I fixt on Either;
Till Both, at once, so thralled my sight,
I loved, and knew not, Whether?
Such equal sweet, Venus gave,
That I preferred not Either;
And when for love, I thought to crave,
I knew not well of Whether?
For one while, This I wished to have;
And then, I, That had liefer!
A lover of the curious'st eye,
Might have been pleased in Either;
And so, I must confess, might I,
Had they not been together.
Now Both must love, or Both deny:
In one, enjoy I Neither.
But yet, at last, I scaped the smart
I feared, at coming hither.
For seeing my divided heart,
I, choosing, knew not Whether;
Love, angry grew, and did depart.
And, now, I care for Neither!
