Song.
When, dearest Beauty, thou shalt pay
Thy faith and my vain hope away
To some dull soul that cannot know
The worth of that thou dost bestow;
Lest[53:1] with my sighs and tears I might5
Disturb thy unconfin’d delight,
To some dark shade I will retire,
And there, forgot by all, expire.
Thus, whilst the difference thou shalt prove
Betwixt a feign’d and real love,10
Whilst he, more happy, but less true,
Shall reap those joys I did pursue,
And with those pleasures crowned be
By Fate, which Love design’d for me,
Then thou perhaps thyself wilt find15
Cruel too long, or too soon kind.
Song.
I will not trust thy tempting graces,
Or thy deceitful charms,
Nor prisoner be to thy embraces,
Or fetter’d in thy arms;
No, Celia, no: not all thy art5
Can wound or captivate my heart.
I will not gaze upon thy eyes,
Or wanton with thy hair,
Lest those should burn me by surprise,
Or these my soul ensnare;10
Nor with those smiling dangers play,
Or fool my liberty away.
Since, then, my wary heart is free
And unconfin’d as thine,
If thou wouldst mine should captiv’d[54:1] be,15
Thou must thine own resign;
And gratitude may thus move more
Than love or beauty could before.