An honour, equals that of Talbots friend.
Nor envie me that my Castara's flame
Yeelds me a constant warmth: Though first I came
To marriage happy Ilands: Seas to thee
Will yeeld as smooth a way, and winds as free.
Which shall conduct thee (if hope may divine;)
To this delicious port: and make love thine.
To Castara.
The reward of Innocent Love.
We saw and woo'd each others eyes,