What is’t could make thee happy, or restore
That true Contentment which thou hadst before?
Alas! thou tempt’st me too, for I am frail,
And Love above my Friendship may prevail.
Ant. This will not do;
No, as thou art my Friend, and lov’st my Honour,
Pursue Clarina further;
Rally afresh, and charge her with this Present,
Disturb her every night with Serenades;
Make Love-Songs to her, and then sing them too;