Upon Cupid.

LOve, like a Gypsie, lately came;
And did me much importunc
To see my hand; that by the same
He might fore-tell my Fortune.

He saw my Palme; and then, said he,
I tell thee, by this score here;
That thou, within few months, shalt be
The youthfull Prince D'Amour here.

I smil'd; and bade him once more prove,
And by some crosse-line show it;
That I co'd ne'r be Prince of Love,
Though here the Princely Poet.