And my own court, a cottage, yields;
I liv'd from all disturbance free,
Though prisoner (Sylvia) unto thee;
Secur'd from fears, which others prove,
Of the inconstancy of Love;
A life, in my esteem, more blest,
10Than e'er yet stoop'd to Death's arrest.
My senses and desires agreed,
With joint delight each other feed:
A bliss, I reach'd, as far above