Careless of Love & free from Fears,
I sate and gaz'd on Stella's eyes,
thinking my Reason or my Years 
might keep me safe from all surprize.

But Love, that hath been long despis'd,
And made the Baud to others trust,
Finding his Deity surpriz'd,
And chang'd into degenerate Lust,

Summon'd up all his strength and power,
Making her face his Magazine,
Where Virtue's grace, and Beauty's flowre
He plac'd his Godhead to redeem.

So that too late (alas) I finde
No steeled Armour is of proof,
Nor can the best resolved minde
Resist her Beauty and her Youth.

But yet the folly to untwist,
That loving I deserve no blame;
Were it not Atheisme to resist
Where Godds themselves conspire her flame.