1. The Answer.
[I]
Beauty thy harsh imperious chains,
As a scorn'd weight I here un-tie;
Since thy proud Empire those disdains,
Of reason or Philosophy:
That wouldst within Tyranick laws,
Confine the power of each free Cause.
II
Forc'd by the powerful Influence
Of thy disdain, I back return;
Thus with those flames I do dispence,
Which though they would not, light did burn,
And rather will through cold expire,
Then languish in a frozen fire.
III
But whilest I the insulting pride
Of thy vain beauty do despise,
Who gladly would be Deifide
By making me thy sacrifice:
May Love thy Heart, which is his Charm,
Approch'd, seem'd cold; at distance, warm.
