On Her Loving Two Equally

How strongly does my Passion flow,
Divided equally ‘twixt two?
Damon had ne’er subdu’d my Heart,
Had not Alexis took his part;
Nor cou’d Alexis pow’rful prove.
Without my Damons Aid, to gain my Love.

When my Alexis present is,
Then I for Damon sigh and mourn;
But when Alexis I do miss,
Damon gains nothing but my Scorn.
But if it chance they both are by,
For both alike I languish, sigh, and die.

Cure then, thou mighty winged God,
This restless Feaver in my Blood;
One Golden-Pointed Dart take back:
But which, O Cupid, wilt thou take?
If Damons, all my Hopes are crost;
Or that of my Alexis, I am lost.