The fairest she Whom none surpass, To love hath only right; 35 And such to me Thy beauty was, Till one I found more bright; But 'twere as impious to adore Thee now, as not to have done 't before. 40 Nor is it just By rules of Love, Thou shouldst deny to quit A heart that must Another's prove 45 Even in thy right to it; Must not thy subjects captives be To her who triumphs over thee? Cease, then, in vain To blot my name 50 With forg'd apostasy! Thine is that stain Who dar'st to claim What others ask of thee. Of lovers they are only true 55 Who pay their hearts where hearts[33:2] are due. TO CHARIESSA, _Beholding herself in a Glass._[34:1] Cast, Chariessa, cast that glass away; Not in its crystal face thine own survey. What can be free from Love's imperious laws, When painted shadows real flames can cause? The fires may burn thee from this mirror rise, 5 By the reflected beams of thine own eyes; And thus at last fall'n with thyself in love, Thou wilt my rival, thine own[34:2] martyr, prove. But if thou dost desire thy form to view, Look in my heart, where Love thy picture drew, 10 And then, if pleas'd with thine own shape thou be, Learn how to love thyself by[34:3] loving me. SONG. When I lie burning in thine eye, Or freezing in thy breast, What martyrs, in wish'd flames that die, Are half so pleas'd or blest? When thy soft accents through mine ear 5 Into my soul do fly, What angel would not quit his sphere, To hear such harmony? Or when the kiss thou gav'st me last My soul stole in its breath, 10 What life would sooner be embrac'd Than so desir'd a death? When I commanded am by thee, } (Or by thine eye or hand,) } What monarch would not prouder be }[35:1] 15 To serve than to command? } Then think not[35:2] freedom I desire, Or would my fetters leave, Since, phoenix-like, I from this fire Both life and youth receive. 20 SONG. Fool! take up thy shaft again. If thy store Thou profusely spend in vain, Who can furnish thee with more? Throw not then away thy darts 5 On impenetrable hearts.