1    Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
2    And young affection gapes to be his heir;
3    That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
4    With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
5    Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
6    Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
7    But to his foe supposed he must complain,
8    And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
9    Being held a foe, he may not have access
10   To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
11   And she as much in love, her means much less
12   To meet her new-beloved any where:
13   But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
14   Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.