If like the world a while I seeme to you,
Forgetfull and unkind for kindnesse showne,
Thinke it not strange their natures I ensue,
Where most I live, whose proofe is dearly knowne,
The world to me unkind and carelesse growne,
Converts my nature to her temperature;
My youth—with love of her puft up and blowne—
Is cause that I now justly this endure:
Yet world’s delights, nor cares nere alter’d sure,
So farre my minde, that I ingrate did prove;
Heaven’s faith, Earth’s friendship, doth my soule inure
To take far greater pains where once I love:
You then—by bloud and friendship’s holy vow—
Right deare take this, and for love’s seale allow.
From: Lok, Henry and Grosart, Alexander B., Miscellanies of The Fuller Worthies’ Library. Poems by Henry Lok, Gentleman, 1871, Private Circulation: Blackshire, Lancashire, pp. 368-369.
By: Henry Lok (c1553-c1608)