Love! what tyrannic laws must they obey
Who bow beneath thy uncontrolled sway 
Or how unjust will that harsh empire prove
 Forbids to hope and yet commands to love!
Must all are to thy hell condemn'd sustain 
A double torture of despair and pain?
Is't not enough vainly to hope and woo,
That thou shouldst thus deny that vain hope too ?
It were some hope, Ixion-like, to fold
The empty air, or feed on thoughts that's cold; 
But if thou to my passion this deny,
Thou may'st be starv'd to death as well as I;
For how can thy pale sickly flame burn clear
When death and old despair inhabit here? Then let thy dim heat warm, or else expire:
Dissolve this frost, or let that quench the tire.
Thus let me not desire, or else possess!
Neither, or both, are equal happiness.