Religious was the charme
I used affection to intice:
And thought none burnt more bright or warme,
Yet chaste as winter was the Sacrifice.
But now I thee bequeath
To the soft silken youths at Court:
Who may their witty passions breath,
To raise their Mistresse smile, or make her sport.
They'le smooth thee into rime,
Such as shall catch the wanton eare: