Fowler, William: Even as the foolish fliee, quhase custome is

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William Fowler
1560 - 1612

Even as the foolish fliee, quhase custome is
By flams to fyre her wings and lyfe to lose,
Dothe fondlye flie to her conceated bliss
And purches deathe in place of her repose,
So in beholding thee, my fragant rose,
Thy sweit aspect hethe quikned up desyre,
Which of my ruiyne doth the cause disclose
And forceth me for to refanne my fyre;
So that in this for quhilk we bothe aspyre,
We equall doole and disadvantage prove;
With lyke effects of our imagind hyre
We lose our lyfe and onlye bot by love.
Disequall yet in this ar thou and I;
Thou quicklyee dees, I deing never die.