To a Wanton.

IN vaine faire sorcer…sse, thy eyes speake charmes,
In …aine thou mak'st loose circles with thy armes.
I'me 'bove thy spels No magicke him can move,
In whom Castara hath inspir'd her love.
As she, keepe thou strict cent'nell o're thy eare,
Lest it the whispers of sof… Courtiers heare;
Reade not his raptures, whose invention must
Write journey worke, both for his Patrons lust.
And his owne plush: let no admirer feast
His eye oth' n…ked banquet of thy brest.
If this faire president, nor yet my w…nt
Of love, to answer thine, make thee recant
Thy sorc'ries; Pity shall to justice t…rne,
And judge thee▪ witch, in thy owne flames to burne.