Redress from thee, and thou might'st save
10Thousands of lovers from the grave:
But such assaults are vain, for she
Is too divine to stoop to thee;
Blest with a form as much too high
For any change, as Destiny,
Which no attempt can violate;
For what's her Beauty, is our Fate.
Unaltered by Sickness.] Lines 1 and 2 are expanded in 1656 to:
Pale, envious Sickness, hence! no more