But heavens conspire; and heavens I must obey: That seeking love, I still must want my ease. For greatest joys are tempered with delay: Things soon obtained do least of all us please.
5.
My thoughts repine, and think the time too long. My love impatient wisheth to obtain. I blame the heavens, that do me all this wrong: To make me loved; and will not ease my pain.
6.
No pain like this, to love and not enjoy. No grief like this, to mourn and not be heard. No time so long as that which breeds annoy. No hell like this, to love and be deferred.
7.
But heaven shall stand, and earth inconstant fly; The sun shall freeze, and ice inconstant burn; The mountains flow, and all the earth be dry: Ere time shall force my loving thoughts to turn.
8.
"Do you resolve, sweet Love! to do the same: Say that you do, and seal it with a kiss! Then shall our truths [troths] the heavens' unkindness blame; That cannot hurt, yet shew their spite in this.