But the
gay, young, brisk Lover, that brings his equal Fires, and can give you
Dart for Dart, he'll be as nice as you sometimes. Ang. All this
thou'st made me know, for which I hate thee. Had I remain'd in
innocent Security, I shou'd have thought all Men were born my Slaves;
And worn my Pow'r like Lightning in my Eyes, To have destroy'd at
Pleasure when offended. -But when Love held the Mirror, the
undeceiving Glass Reflected all the Weakness of my Soul, and made me
know, My richest Treasure being lost, my Honour, All the remaining
Spoil cou'd not be worth The Conqueror's Care or Value. -Oh how I fell
like a long worship'd Idol, Discovering all the Cheat! Wou'd not the
Incense and rich Sacrifice, Which blind Devotion offer'd at my Altars,
Have fall'n to thee? Why woud'st thou then destroy my fancy'd Power?
Will. By Heaven thou art brave, and I admire the strangely. I wish I
were that dull, that constant thing, Which thou woud'st have, and
Nature never meant me: I must, like chearful Birds, sing in all
Groves, And perch on every Bough, Billing the next kind She that flies
to meet me; Yet after all cou'd build my Nest with thee, Thither
repairing when I'd lov'd my round, And still reserve a tributary
Flame. -To gain your Credit, I'll pay you back your Charity, And be
oblig'd for nothing but for Love.
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