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Scorn'd Scornfulness.

I

Know thou, fair Tyrant she, e're long
Crack'd may fall
Thy glist'ring Scepter, Crown, and all,
Beauties Commandress-fort, so strong:
When those Eyes, Earth-Stars but late,
Lamps of Day, to dauning turn;
Like twinkling Tapers prove, hard fate!
Glow-worms false Fires more clearly burn.

II

Those Cheeks and Lips, where Spring admir'd
(Cloud o'recast)
To Autumn chang'd, December, last;
Thy Pageantry's brave Show expir'd:
When thou shalt the living Tomb
To thine own Beauty's Corps appear;
This Epitaph o're-heard, like Doom,
While tread'st the Streets—[She was howe're.]

III

Then shall those former Slaves of thine
Kings become,
Who spent, to please, large golden Sum,
Thy churlish Mood, perverse Design;
Seem'd t'endure the Lash, there lay'd
Prostrate all before thy feet.
Expecting Dooms, one Smile display'd
Their morning-Star conceiv'd, so sweet.

IV

One Kiss o'th' Hand, or naked Breast
Life-food bestow'd;
Calm, gentler Word their Musick show'd,
Fond Lovers thus in Chains, distrest:

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Then, though proudly thou did'st scorn,
Nobler they may pity thee;
Or long before perchance (free-born)
Turn wise, renounce Love's Slavery.

V

Court next their Pleasures, ease no less,
Looking on
Thy scatter'd Beams, undazeled grown,
Charm-proof 'gainst Frowns, or smiling dress:
Queen of me fair Land, as 'twere,
Leaving thee, for Subjects void,
When thou may'st wish th' hadst used there
Less Scorn, more Love-delights enjoy'd.