When two Hearts entirely love,
And in one Sphere of Honour move,
Each maintains the other’s Fire,
With a Faith that is entire.
For, what heedless Youth bestows,
On a faithless Maid, his Vows?
Faith without Love, bears Virtue’s Price;
But Love without her Mixture, is a Vice.
Love, like Religion, still should be,
In the Foundation, firm and true;
In Points of Faith should still agree,
Tho’ Innovations vain and new,
Love’s little Quarrels, may arise;
In Fundamentals still they’re just and wise.
Then, charming Maid, be sure of this;
Allow me Faith, as well as Love:
Since that alone affords no Bliss,
Unless your Faith your Love improve.
Either resolve to let me die
By fairer Play, your Cruelty;
Than not your Love with Faith impart,
And with your Vows to give your Heart.
In mad Despair I’d rather fall,
Than lose my glorious Hopes of conquering all.