The Duell.

LOve drunk the other day, knockt at my brest,
But I, alas! was not within:
My man, my Ea…, …old me … attest,
That without … had b…xed him,
And battered the Windows of mine eyes,
And took my heart for one of's Nunneries.

I wondred at the ou…g… f…se return'd,
And stormed at the base affront;
And by a friend of mine bold faith, that burn'd,
I call'd him to a strict Accompt.
He said, that by the Law the chal…eng'd might
Take the advantage both of Arms, and Fight.

Two darts of equal length and points he sent,
And nobly gave the choyce to me;
Which I not weigh'd, young and indifferent;
Now full of nought but Victorie.
So we both met in one of's Mothers Groves,
The time, at the first murm'ring of her Doves.

I stript my self naked all o're, as he,
For so I was best arm'd, when bare;
His … passe did my Liver rase, yet I
Made home a falsify too neer;
For when my Arm to it's true distance came
I nothing touch'd but a fantastick flame.

This, this is Love we …aily quarrel so,
An idle Don-Quichoterie:
We whip our selves with our own twisted wo,
And wound the Ayre for a Fly.
The only way t'undo this Enemy,
Is to laugh at the Boy, and he will cry.