You that unto your mistress' eyes Your hearts do sacrifice, And offer sighs or tears at Love's rich shrine, Renounce with me Th' idolatry, 5 Nor this infernal power esteem divine! The brand, the quiver, and the bow, Which we did first bestow, And he as tribute wears from every lover, I back again 10 From him have ta'en, And the impostor now unveil'd discover. I can the feeble Child disarm, Untie his mystic charm, Divest him of his wings, and break his arrow; 15 We will obey No more his sway, Nor live confin'd to laws or bounds so narrow And you, bright Beauties, that inspire The Boy's pale torch with fire, 20 We safely now your subtle power despise, And unscorch'd may, Like atoms, play And wanton in the sunshine of your eyes. Nor think hereafter by new arts 25 You can bewitch our hearts, Or raise this devil by your pleasing charm: We will no more His power implore, Unless, like Indians, that he do no harm. 30 THE DIVORCE. Dear, back my wounded heart restore, And turn away thy powerful eyes; Flatter my willing soul no more: Love must not[46:1] hope what Fate denies. Take, take away thy smiles and kisses! 5 Thy love wounds deeper than disdain; For he that sees the heaven he misses, Sustains two hells of loss and pain. Shouldst thou some other's suit prefer, I might return thy scorn to thee, 10 And learn apostasy of her Who taught me, first, idolatry.[46:2] Or in thy unrelenting breast Should I[46:3] disdain or coyness move, He by thy hate might be releas'd, } 15 Who now is prisoner to thy love. }[46:4] Since, then, unkind Fate will divorce Those whom affection long united, Be thou as cruel as this force, And I in death shall be delighted. 20 Thus whilst so many suppliants woo, } And beg they may thy pity prove, }[46:5] I only for thy scorn do sue: 'Tis charity here not to love. THE BRACELET. Rebellious fools that scorn to bow Beneath Love's easy sway, Whose stubborn wills no laws allow, Disdaining to obey, Mark but this wreath of hair, and you shall see 5 None that might wear such fetters would be free.