For these, alas! I could do any thing;
A Sheep-hook I could prize above a Sword;
An Army I would quit to lead a Flock,
And more esteem that Chaplet wreath’d by thee,
Than the victorious [Bays]:
All this I could, but, Dear, I have a Father,
Whom for thy sake, to make thee great and glorious,
I would not lose my Int’rest with.
But, Cloris, see, the unkind day approaches,
And we must kiss and part.