But, [though] thy Work demands our Praise,
Yet why thine own the Subject make? 10
Thou may’st indeed the Spirit raise,
But not thyself th’ Infection take.
Those Looks so pure, so bright, so clear,
Those ruby Lips and Eyes of Light,
Will many an anxious Hope and Fear
And many a jealous Pang excite.
Those Pangs which none can long conceal,
Disguise in Smiles or rule by Laws—