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 would within tyrannic laws, 
Confine the power of each free cause. 

Forc'd by the potent influence
Of thy disdain, I back return:
Thus with those flames I do dispense,
Which though they would not light did burn,
And rather will through cold expire,
Then languish at a frozen fire.

But whilst I the insulting pride
Of thy vain beauty do despise,
Who gladly would be deified
By making me thy sacrifice,
May Love thy heart, which is his charm,
Approach'd, seem'd cold; at distance, warm.