Fortune Never Fails

What if I come to my mistress’ bed,
   The candles all eclipsed from shining?
Shall I then attempt for her maiden-head,
   Or show myself a coward by declining?
                        Oh no,
                    Fie, do not so;
   For thus much I know by divining,
                     Blind is Love,
                     The dark it doth approve
   To prey on pleasures panting;
                     What needs light
                     For Cupid in the night,
   If jealous eyes be wanting?

Fortune never fails, if she bids take place,
   To second all the fair proceedings;
Love and she, though blind, yet each other embrace
   To favour all their servants’ meetings.
                    Venture, I say,
                    To sport and play,
If in place all be fitting;
                    Though she say “Fie,”
                    Yet doth she not deny,
For “Fie” is but a word of trial.
                    Jealousy doth sleep;
                    Then do not weep
At force of a fair denial.

Glorious is my love, worth triumphs in her face;
   Then too-too bold were I to venture.
Who loves, deserves to live in a princess’ grace;
   Why stand you then afraid to enter?
                    Lights are all out,
                    Then make no doubt,
A woer boldly may take a choosing.
                    Beauty is a bait
                    For a princely mate.
Fie, why stand you then a musing?
                    You’ll repent too late,
                    If she do you hate
For love’s delights refusing.