XL. The heavens, their restless sphere do always move

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

THE HEAVENS, their restless sphere do always move.

In thee doth move the faith, which thou didst plight.

And I, IXION-like, still in my love

Do roll; and yet I roll my wheel aright.

So that, ’twixt us, continual motions wend.

But which is worse, unconstant Wench, I see!

The heavens will have their motions without end;

Which, never ceasing, roll continually:

And thou, like them, to roll dost mean thy fill;

And since ’tis so, I’ll roll too, against my will!