Chapter II

_Tell me, my heart! What thoughts, these pantings move?_
_My thoughts of Love!_
_What flames are these, that set thee so on fire?_
_Flames of Desire!_
_What means hast thou, contentment's flower to crop?_
_No means but Hope!_
_Yet let us feed on Hope, and hope the best!_
_For they, amid their griefs, are something blest,_
_Whose thoughts, and flames, and means have such free scope,_
_They may, at once, both Love, Desire, and Hope._

_But say! What fruit will love at last obtain?_
_Fruitless Disdain!_
_What will those hopes prove, which yet seem so fair?_
_Hopeless Despair!_
_What end shall run those Passions, out of breath?_
_An endless Death!_
_O can there be such cruelty in love?_
_And doth my fortune so ungentle prove,_
_She will no fruit, nor hope, nor end bequeath,_
_But cruelest Disdain, Despair, and Death?_

_Then what new study shall I now apply?_
_Study to Die!_
_How might I end my care, and die content?_
_Care to Repent!_
_And what good thoughts may make my end more holy?_
_Think on thy Folly!_
_Yes, so I will! and since my fate can give_
_No hope, but ever without hope to live,_
_My studies, cares, and thoughts, I'll all apply_
_To weigh my Folly well! Repent! and Die!_