Let formal lovers still pursue,
I envy not their care,
A tedious siege perhaps may do
At last to gain the fair,
Such whining methods I disdain
A mistress to oblige,
Where a fair summons will not gain,
The town's not worth a siege.

The Eastern monarch's victories
Had not gone on so far,
Had he engag'd his enemies
By formal steps of war.
To general beauty I lay claim,
From each fair eye 'tis hurl'd,
Where'er I come, like him I'll gain
And love o'er all the world.