To Coelia (When Coelia must my old Days set)

When Coelia must my old Days set,
And my young morning rise,
In beams of Joy, so bright, as yet
Ne're blest a Lover's eyes.
My state is more advanc'd than when
I first attempted thee;
I su'd to be a Servant then,
But now to be made free.

I've serv'd my time faithfull, and true
Expecting to be plac't,
In happy freedom, as my due
To all the joys thou hast:
Ill husbandry in love is such
A scandal to Loves pow'r,
We ought not to mispend so much,
As one poor, short-liv'd hour.

Yet think not (sweet) I'me weary grown,
That I pretend such haste,
Since none to surfeit e're was known,
Before he had a taste;
My infant love could humbly wait,
When young it scarce knew how
To plead; but grown to Man's estate
He is impatient now.