The Pard's inflam'd and Am'rous Mind,
But that he may be like a Bridegroom led
Ev'n to the Royal Lion's Bed.
The Birds made for a Year their Loves Confine,
But make new Choice each Valentine.
If our Affections then more servile be
Than are our Slaves, where's Mans Sov'raignity?
Why then by pleasing more, should you less please,
And spare your sweets, being more sweet than these?
If the fresh Trunk have Sap enough to give,