Fortune never Fails

WHAT if I come to my mistress’ bed,

The candles all eclipsed from shining?

Shall I then attempt for her maiden-head,

Or show myself a coward by declining?

Oh no,

Fie, do not so;

For thus much I know by divining,

Blind is Love,

The dark it doth approve

To prey on pleasures panting;

What needs light

For Cupid in the night,

If jealous eyes be wanting?

Fortune never fails, if she bids take place,

To second all the fair proceedings;

Love and she, though blind, yet each other embrace

To favour all their servants’ meetings.

Venture, I say,

To sport and play,

If in place all be fitting;

Though she say “Fie,”

Yet doth she not deny,

For “Fie” is but a word of trial.

Jealousy doth sleep;

Then do not weep

At force of a fair denial.

Glorious is my love, worth triumphs in her face;

Then too-too bold were I to venture.

Who loves, deserves to live in a princess’ grace;

Why stand you then afraid to enter?

Lights are all out,

Then make no doubt,

A woer boldly may take a choosing.

Beauty is a bait

For a princely mate.

Fie, why stand you then a musing?

You’ll repent too late,

If she do you hate

For love’s delights refusing.