SONG.

GEet you gone, you will undo me,
If you love me, don't pursue me;
Let that inclination perish,
Which I dare no longer cherish;
It does of late so fast prevail,
It must go now or not at all:
For should it gather farther strength,
'Twould give my Honour Laws at length:
With harmless thoughts I did begin,
But in the Crowd Love entred in;
I knew him not he was so gay,
So innocent and full of play;
At every hour, in every place,
I neither saw; nor form'd your face;
All that in Playes was finely writ,
My thoughts for you, and me were fit.
My Dreams at night were all of you,
Such as till then I never knew:
I sported thus in young desire,
Chear'd with light, free from his fire:
But now his Teeth and Claws are grown,
Let me the Fatal Lion shun;
You found me harmless, leave me so;
For were I not, you'd leave me too.