Who scorned, now weeps and howls! writes his own meed!
He that would bandy Love, is now the ball!
Who feared no hazard, himself hath ta'en the fall!
Beauty and Virtue, who did praise the fashion;
Who, Love and Fancy thought a comedy:
Now is turned Poet! and writes Love in Passion!
His verses fit the bleeding Tragedy!
In willow weeds, right well he acts his part!
His Scenes are tears, whose embryon was his heart!
He loves, where Love to all doth prove disaster!