Song 33. No, I will sooner trust the wind
I
No, I will sooner trust the wind,
When falsly kind
It courts the pregnant Sails into a storm,
And when the smiling waves perswade
Be willingly betray'd,
Then thy deceitfull Vows or Form.
II
Go and beguile some easie heart
With thy vain art;
Thy smiles and kisses on those foo's bestow,
Who only see the Calms that sleep
On this smooth flatt'ring Deep,
But not the hidden dangers know.
III
They that like me thy falshood prove,
Will scorn thy Love.
Some may deceiv'd at first adore thy Shrine,
But He that as thy sacrifice
Doth willingly fall twice,
Dies his own Martyr, and not thine.
