I value not Honour, no Honour I crave;
But what thou art able to bless me withal,
And if by thy Frowns to Despair I should fall:
Then Farewel those Joys which so long I have sought,
To languish in Sorrow, to languish in Sorrow,
Alass! I am brought.
I come not to flatter, as many have done,
Afford me a Smile, or my Dear I shall run
Distracted, as being disturbed in Mind,
Then now, now, or never be loving and kind: