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X. CANT. III.I. In my bed, by night, I sought him, that my soule loved; I sought him, but I found him out.
THe learned Cynick, having lost the way
To honest men, did in the height of day,
By Taper-light, divide his steps about
The peopled Streets, to find this dainty out;
But fail'd. The Cynick search'd not where he ought;
The thing he sought for was not where he sought:
The Wisemens taske seem'd harder to be done,
The Wisemen did, by Starre-light seeke the Son,
And found; the Wisemen search'd it where they ought;
The thing they hop'd to find, was where they sought:
One seeks his wishes where he should; but then
Perchance he seeks not as he should, nor when:
Another searches when he should, but there
He failes; not seeking as he should, nor where
Whose soule desires the good it wants, and would
Obtaine; must seek Where, As, and when he should:
How often have my wilde Affections led
My wasted soule to this my widdow'd Bed,
To seek my Lover, whom my soule desires!
(I speak not, Cupid of thy wanton fires;