But natures of the noblest frame
These toyles and dangers please;
And they take comfort in the same,
As much as you in ease:
And with the thought of actions past45
Are recreated still:
When pleasure leaves a touch at last
To shew that it was ill.
Syren.
That doth opinion only cause,
That's out of custom bred;50
Which makes us many other laws,
Than ever nature did.
No widdowes waile for our delights,
Our sports are without blood;
The world we see by warlike wights55
Receives more hurt than good.
Ulysses.
But yet the state of things require
These motions of unrest,
And these great spirits of high desire
Seem borne to turne them best:60
To purge the mischiefes, that increase
And all good order mar:
For oft we see a wicked peace,
To be well chang'd for war.
Syren.
Well, well, Ulysses, then I see65
I shall not have thee here;
And therefore I will come to thee,
And take my fortune there.
I must be wonne that cannot win,
Yet lost were I not wonne:70
For beauty hath created bin
T' undoo or be undone.
FOOTNOTES:
[1014] In this edition it is collated with a copy printed at the end of his "Tragedie of Cleopatra. London, 1607, 12mo."