Lady Mary Wroth
77
In this strange labyrinth how shall I turn?
Ways are on all sides, while the way I miss:
If to the right hand, there in love I burn;
Let me go forward, therein danger is;
If to the left, suspicion hinders bliss,
Let me turn back, Shame cries I ought return,
Nor faint through crosses with my fortunes
kiss;
Stand still is harder, although sure to
mourn.
Then let me take the right- or left-hand
way;
Go forward, or stand still, or back retire;
I must these doubts endure without allay
Or help, but travail find for my best hire.
Yet that which most
my troubled sense doth move
Is to leave all,
and take the thread of love.