Resolved to Love.

I Wonder what the Grave and Wise
Think of all us that Love;
Whether our pretty Fooleries
Their Mirth or Anger move;
They understand not Breath, that Words does want;
Our Sighs to them are unsignificant.

One of them saw me th'other day,
Touch the dear hand, which I admire;
My Soul was melting strait away,
And dropt before the Fire.
This silly Wiseman, who pretends to know,
Askt why I look'd so pale, and trembled so?

Another from my Mistress'dore
Saw me with eyes all watry com;
Nor could the hidden cause explore,
But thought some smoak was in the room;
Such Igno'rance from unwounded Learning came;
He knew Tears made by Smoak, but not by Flame.
If learn'd in other things you be,
And have in Love no skill,
For Gods sake keep your arts from me,
For I'll be ign'orant still.
Study or Action others may embrace;
My Love's my Business, and my Books her Face.

These are but Trifles, I confess,
Which me, weak Mortal, move;
Nor is your busie Seriousness
Less trifling then my Love.
The wisest King who from his sacred brest
Pronounc'd all Van'ity, chose it for the best.