“Rest thee, Love, in thine own city,
But of my dominion quit ye,
Time is hard, and hath no pity.
“Erst for king didst thou disown me,
Wouldst thou o’er thy kingdom crown me?
Thee I serve when thou hast won me.
“Slave and servant, no man’s master,
They who will me slow or faster
Urge me to their own disaster.
“Lo! this garden for thy going,