Silverpoints by John Gray — Read

I know no Name too sweet to tell of her, / For Love's sweet Sake and Domination. / She hath me all; her Spell hath Power to stir / My Heart to every Lust, and spur me on. / Love saith: 'tis even thus; her Will no Thrall, / But Touchstone of thy Worth in Love's Armure; / They only conquer in Love's Lists that fall, / And Wounds renewed for Wounds are captain Cure. / He doubly is inslaved that gilts his Chain, / Saith Reason, chaffering for his Empire gone, / Bestir, and root the Canker that hath ta'en / Thy Breast for Bed, and feeds thy Heart upon.

I this: Sweet Love, an sweet an sour thou be, / I know no Name too sweet to tell of thee.