The Same.

FOr Heavens sake, what d'you mean to do?
Keep me, or let me go, one of the two;
Youth and warm hours let me not idlely loose,
The little Time that Love does choose;
If always here I must not stay,
Let me be gone, whilst yet 'tis day;
Lest I faint, and benighted lose my way.

'Tis dismal, One so long to love
In vain, till to love more as vain must prove:
To hunt so long on nimble prey, till we
Too weary to take others be;
Alas, 'tis folly to remain,
And waste our Army thus in vane,
Before a City which will ne'r be tane.

At several hopes wisely to fly,
Ought not to be esteem'd Inconstancy;
'Tis more Inconstant always to pursue,
A thing that always flies from you;
For that at last may meet a bound,
But no end can to this be found,
'Tis nought but a perpetual fruitless Round.

When it does Hardness meet and Pride,
My Love does then rebound t'another side;
But if it ought that's soft and yielding hit;
It lodges there, and stays in it.
Whatever 'tis shall first love me,
That it my Heaven may truly be;
I shall be sure to giv't Eternity.