To CASTARA.

WHat can the freedome of our love enthrall?
Castara were we dispossest of all
The gifts of fortune; richer yet than she
Can make her slaves, wee'd in each other be.
Love in himselfe's a world. If we should have
A mansion but in some forsaken cave;
Wee'd smooth misfortune: and our selves thinke then
Retir'd like Princes from the noise of men,
To breath a while unflatter'd. Each wild beast,
That should the silence of our cell infest,
With clamor, seeking prey; Wee'd fanci… weare
Nought but an avaritious Courtier.
VVealth's but opinion. VVho thinks others more
Of treasures have, then we, is onely poore.