Desiring her to burn his Verses.
These papers, Chariessa, let thy breath
Condemn; thy hand unto the flames bequeath;
'Tis fit, who gave them life, should give them death.
And whilst in curled flames to Heaven they rise,
Each trembling sheet shall as it upwards flies,
Present itself to thee a sacrifice.
Then when about its native orb it came,
And reach'd the lesser lights o' th' sky, this flame