[37.] Rebellious fools that scorn to bow
I
Rebellious fools that scorn to bow
Beneath Loves easie sway,
Whose stubborn wills no laws allow,
Disdaining to obey,
Mark but this wreath of hair and you shall see,
None that might wear such fetters would be free.
II
I once could boast a soul like you
As unconfin'd as air;
But mine, which force could not subdue,
Was caught within this snare;
And (by my self betray'd) I for this gold,
A heart that many storms withstood, have sold.
III
No longer now wise Art enquire
(With this vain search delighted)
How souls that humane breasts inspire
Are to their frames united;
Material chains such spirits well may bind,
When this soft braid can tie both Arm and Mind.
IV
Now (Beauties) I defie your charm,
Rul'd by more powerful Art,
This mystick wreath which crowns my Arm,
Defends my vanquisht Heart;
And I, subdu'd by one more fair, shall be
Secur'd from Conquest by Captivity.