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THirsis no more against my flame advise,
But let me be in love, and be you wife;
Here end, and there begin a new address,
Pursue the vulgar, easie happiness:
Leave me to Amaranta, who alone
Can in my sullen heart erect her Throne:
know as w…ll as you 'tis mean to burn,
For one who to our …lame makes no return:
But you like me know not those conquering eyes,
Which mock prevention by a quick surprize:
And now like a hurt Deer, in vain I start,
From her, that in my breast has hid the Dart.
Though I can never reach her Excellence,
Take somewhat in my hopeless Loves defence.
Her Beauty is her not esteemed VVealth,
And Graces move about her eyes by stealth;
Vertue in others, the forc't Child of Art
Is but the constant temper of her Heart:
All charms her Sex so often courts in vain,
(Like Indian Fruit, which our cold Earth disdain)
I… her grow wild, as in their Native Air;
And she has all perfection without care.
O Loves harms she has a gentle sense,
… Beauty else would clogg her innocence:
Like a wise Prince she rules her servants so,
That neither want nor Luxury they know;
None vainly hoping what she may not give,
Like humble slaves at small expence we live:
And I the wretched comfort only share,
To be the last whom she will bid despair.