The Lover having dreamed enjoying of his Love, complaineth that the Dream is not either longer or truer

UNSTABLE dream, according to the place,

Be steadfast once, or else at least be true:

By tasted sweetness make me not to rue

The sudden loss of thy false, feigned grace.

By good respect, in such a dangerous case,

Thou broughtest not her into these tossing seas;

But madest my sprite to live, my care t’ encrease,

My body in tempest her delight t’embrace.

The body dead, the spirit had his desire;

Painless was th’ one, th’ other in delight.

Why then, alas, did it not keep it right,

But thus return to leap into the fire;

And where it was at wish, could not remain?

Such mocks of dreams do turn to deadly pain.