Lillas Prayer

LOve if thou wilt once more
That I to thee returne,
(Sweet God) make me not burn
For quivering Age, that doth spent Daies deplore.
Nor do thou wound my Heart
For some unconstant Boy
Who joyes to love, yet makes of Love a Toy.
But (ah!) if I must prove thy golden Dart,
Of grace, O let me find
A sweet young Lover with an aged Mind.
Thus Lilla pray'd, and Idas did reply,
(Who heard) Deare have thy wish, for such am I.