Upon the Theme of Love


O love, how thou art tired out with rhyme!
Thou art a tree whereon all poets climb,
And from thy tender branches everyone2
Doth take some3 fruit, which fancy feeds upon.
But now thy tree is left so bare and poor,                  5
That they can hardly gather one plum more.

  1. Upon the Theme of Love] Of the Theam of Love. 1653
  2. tender branches everyone] branches every one takes some 1653
  3. Doth take some] Of thy sweet 1653