Can please me now, which I have lik’d before.
{My Friends, Relations, and my Convent too,
{Are odious all, and all detested grow,
{Nay, ev’ry thing that not relates to you.
The flitting Hours of each succeeding Day,
If not on you bestow’d, I think they ’re thrown away.——
So great ’s my Love, and with such pow’r does rule,
It takes up the whole Business of my Soul.
{Why then t’ expel this Passion shou’d I strive?
{For ’tis impossible I shou’d survive