NOW I'm resolv'd to Love no more,
But Sleep by Night, and Drink by Day;
Your Coyness Chloris pray give o'er,
And turn your tempting Eyes away:
I'll place no happiness of mine,
On fading Beauty still to court;
And say she's glorious and divine,
When there's in Drinking better sport.
Love has no more Prerogative,
To make me desperate Courses take;