CORDANUS
Distressèd pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyes
Speak thee a martyr to love's cruelties,
Whither away?
AMOR
What pitying voice I hear,
Calls back my flying steps?
CORDANUS
Pr'ythee, draw near.
AMOR
I shall but say, kind swain, what doth become
Of a lost heart, ere to Elysium
It wounded walks?
CORDANUS
First, it does freely flye
Into the pleasures of a lover's eye;
But, once condemn'd to scorn, it fetter'd lies,
An ever-bowing slave to tyrannies.
AMOR
I pity its sad fate, since its offence
Was but for love. Can tears recall it thence?
CORDANUS
O no, such tears, as do for pity call,
She proudly scorns, and glories at their fall.
AMOR
Since neither sighs nor tears, kind shepherd, tell,
Will not a kiss prevail?
CORDANUS
Thou may'st as well
Court Eccho with a kiss.
AMOR
Can no art move
A sacred violence to make her love?
CORDANUS
O no! 'tis only Destiny or Fate
Fashions our wills either to love or hate.
AMOR
Then, captive heart, since that no humane spell
Hath power to graspe thee his, farewell.
CORDANUS
Farewell.
Cho. Lost hearts, like lambs drove from their folds by fears,
May back return by chance, but not by tears.