Accurst Be Love, and Those That Trust His Trains! by Thomas Lodge

Accurst be Love, and those that trust his trains!
He tastes the fruit whilst others toil;
He brings the lamp, we lend the oil;
He sows distress, we yield him soil;
He wageth war, we bide the foil.

Accurst be Love, and those that trust his trains!
He lays the trap, we seek the snare;
He threat’neth death, we speak him fair;
He coins deceits, we foster care;
He favoureth pride, we count it rare

Accurst be Love, and those that trust his trains!
He seemeth blind, yet wounds with art;
He vows content, he pays with smart;
He swears relief, yet kills the heart;
He calls for truth, yet scorns desart.
Accurst be Love, and those that trust his trains!
Whose heaven is hell, whose perfect joys are pains.

From: http://www.archive.org/stream/songssonnets00lodgiala/songssonnets00lodgiala_djvu.txt

Date: 1593

By: Thomas Lodge (?1558-1625)

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