Epigram 20. To the same

Although, Bettina, I profess'd deep Love
Unto you, in the Epigram above,
Mine was no want on flame; though I admir'd
Your beauties, I fruition ne're desir'd.
All your discourse was of such pretty stuff,
That I (methoughts) could never hear enough:
Your conversation did my motive prove;
So mine a friendship was, and not a Love.