[43.] I must no longer now admire
I
I must no longer now admire
The coldness which possest thy snowy breast,
That can by other flames be set on fire;
Poor Love to harsh disdain betray'd,
Is by ambition thus out-weigh'd.
II
Hadst thou but known the vast extent
Of Constant Faith, how farre
'Bove all that are
Born slaves to Wealth, or Honors vain assent;
No richer Treasure couldst thou find
Then hearts with mutual Chains combin'd.
III
But Love is too despis'd a name,
And must not hope to rise
Above these ties.
Honour and Wealth out-shine his paler Flame;
These unite Souls, whilest true desire
Unpitied dies in its own Fire.
IV
Yet, cruel Fair one, I did aim
With no less justice too,
Than those that sue
For other hopes, and thy proud Fortunes claim,
Wealth honours, honours wealth approve,
But Beauty's only meant for Love.