To Idera. Who would not be seen to steal a Look from Duserastes, by turning her back

WHy, Cupid, thus at hide and seek?
Why all those Blushes on your Cheek?
Are you asham'd that priviledge to give,
That man should see your face, and live?
Or would you at a distance keep,
And never kiss Endymion but asleep?

Are you afraid that should your Sun shine bright,
Whilst Duserastes only prays for Light,
My dazled Eyes with too much glory blind,
Earth and my self should hardly find?
Or that I should to Phaeton's Wish aspire,
To set my little World on fire?

Why so cruel? why so coy?
Never, never to enjoy?
Have we profan'd Love's Deity all this while,
Ah, Madam! now to steal a Smile?
This is with time to kep Virginity,
And take the measure of Eternity.