My Damon, if your Heart be kind,
Do not too long with Beauty stay;
For there are certain Moments when the Mind
Is hurry’d by the Force of Charms away.
In Fate a Minute critical there lies,
That waits on Love, and takes you by Surprize.
A Lover pleas’d with Constancy,
Lives still as if the Maid he lov’d were by:
As if his Actions were in view,
As if his Steps she did pursue;
Or that his very Soul she knew.
Take heed; for though I am not present there,
My Love, my Genius waits you every where.