I resolve against cringing and whining,
In a lover's intrigue so unfit,
'Tis like saying grace without dining,
And betrays more affection than wit.
To kneel and adore, to sigh and protest,
And there to give o'er, whereabout lies the jest!

Dearest mistress, I prithee be wiser;
Recant your platonic opinion,
Whilst you hoard up your love, like a miser,
You starve all within your dominion,
And when the dread foe is vanquish'd by you,
I'll kiss the boy's bow, and for ever be true.