Or the king's real, or his stamp'd face
Contemplate ; what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.
Alas! alas! who's injured by my love?
What merchant's ships have my sighs drown'd?
Who says my tears have overflow'd his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
When did the heats which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
Though she and I do love.
Call's what you will, we are made such by love;
Call her one, me another fly,
We're tapers too, and at our own cost die,
And we in us find th' eagle and the dove.
After the sarcasm of the first two stanzas the third begins with a gentle, balanced, rhythmic line.
The Canonization