What opens a Door, and a Word of Offence,
Tell the Name of a Nymph of Wit, Beauty, and Sense.
Supposed to be for Miss Ke-ly.
From the Window of a Chamber in the Inner Temple.
For dear Venilla in my Arms,
I’d scorn all other female Charms;
Ten thousand Beauties she can spare,
And still be Fairest of the Fair.
From innumerable Windows.
Like Mars I’ll fight, like Antony I’ll love,