The Indifference.

THanks, fair Urania, to your scorn,
I now am free as I was born▪
Of all the pain that I endur'd
By your late coldness, I am c…r'd.

…n losing me, proud Nymph, you lose
The humblest Slave your Beauty knows,
In losing you, I but throw down
A cruel Tyran…t from her Throne.

… must confess I ne're could fin…
Your equal, or in shape, or mind.
Y'ave beauty, wit, and all things know,
But where you shou'd your love bestow.

… unawares my freedom gave,
And to those Tyrants grew a Slave;
But would y'ave kept what you have won,
You should have more compassion shewn.

Love is a burthen, which two hearts,
When equally they bear their parts,
With pleasure carry▪ but no one,
Alas, can bear it long alone.

…'m not of those who co…rt their pain,
And make an Idol of …;
My hope in Love does ne're exp…re,
But I lose also the desire.

Nor yet of those, who ill receiv'd,
Would gladly have str…nge things believ'd
And if your heart you do …ef…nd,
Their force against your honour bend▪

Who e're does make his Victor less,
His own low weakness does confess;
And whiles her pow'r he does defame,
He poorly doubles his own shame.

Even that malice does betray,
And speak concern another way:
And all such scorn in men is but
The smoke of fires ill put out.

He's still in torment whom the rage
To detraction does engage;
In Love Indifference is sure
The only sign of perfect cure.

Yet, cruel Fair, if thou canst prove
As happy in some other love,
As I could once have done in thine,
The Sun on happier does not shine.