Nor let thy kindred for a coward blush.
“But how if this fair creature should incline
To think too highly of this love of mine,
And, taking all my counterfeit address
For sterling passion, should the like profess?
“Nay, this is folly; or, if I perceive 340
Ought of the kind, I can but take my leave;
And if the heart should feel a little sore,
Contempt and anger will its ease restore.
“Then, too, to his all-bounteous hand I owe