I MUST no longer now admire The coldness which possess'd Thy snowy breast, That can by other flames be set on fire. Poor Love, to harsh Disdain betray'd, Is by Ambition thus out-weigh'd. Hadst thou but known the vast extent Of constant faith, how far 'Bove all that are Born slaves to Wealth, or Honour's vain ascent; No richer treasure couldst thou find Than hearts with mutual chains combin'd. But Love is too despis'd a name, And must not hope to rise Above these ties; Honour and Wealth outshine his paler flame; These unite souls, whilst true desire Unpitied dies in its own fire. Yet, cruel fair one, I did aim With no less justice too, Than those that sue For other hopes, and thy proud fortunes claim. Wealth honours, honours wealth approve, But Beauty's only meant for Love. |