On the Friendship betwixt two Ladies.

TEll me Lovely loving Pair,
Why so kind, and so severe?
Why so careless of our care,
Only to your selves so dear?

By this cunning change of hearts,
You the power of Love controul;
While the Boys deluded Darts,
Can arrive at neither soul.

For in vain to either Breast
Still beguiled Love does come;
Where he finds a forreign Guest,
Neither of your hearts at home.

Debtors thus with like design,
When they never mean to pay;
That they may the Law decline,
To some friend make all away.

Not the silver Doves that flie,
Yoakt in Citharea's Car;
Not the wings that lift so high,
And convey her Son so far,

Are so Lovely, Sweet, and Fair,
Or do more ennoble Love,
Are so choicely matcht a pair,
Or with more consent do move.