To Caelia desiring his Absence

Yes, now you have your Wish, but Ah! be kind
To the poor Captive Heart I leave behind;
For though I go, yet that with Thee remains,
Proud that 'tis Thine, and triumphs in its Chains:
For all the Beauties that are now unblown,
When in their gaudiest prime they shal be shown
And kneeling to be lov'd, I'de not my Flame disown;
Though by that time perhaps thy charms might wast,
And the gay bloom of smiling Youth be past.
Yet you inflexible, obdurate prove,
And y, 'Tis false, 'tis feign'd, not real love:
O cease those thoughts, and cease to be severe;
For by thy self, thy awful self, I swear,
I love too well, and must with grief confess,
Those Men much happier that can love thee less.