William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XXIV lyrics

In mind's pure gla** when I myself behold, And vively see how my best days are spent, What clouds of care above my head are roll'd, What coming harms which I can not prevent: My begun course I, wearied, do repent, And would embrace what reason oft hath told; But scarce thus think I, when love hath controll'd All the best reasons reason could invent. Though sure I know my labour's end is grief, The more I strive that I the more shall pine, That only d**h can be my last relief: Yet when I think upon that face divine, Like one with arrow shot in laughter's place, Malgré my heart, I joy in my disgrace.