Damon, if your Heart and Flame,
You wish, should always be the same,
Do not give it leave to rove,
Nor expose it to new Harms:
Ere you think on’t, you may love,
If you gaze on Beauty’s Charms:
If with me you wou’d not part,
Turn your Eyes into your Heart.
If you find a new Desire
In your easy Soul take fire,
From the tempting Ruin fly;
Think it faithless, think it base:
Fancy soon will fade and die,
If you wisely cease to gaze.
Lovers should have Honour too,
Or they pay but half Love’s due.
Do not to the Temple go,
With design to gaze or show:
Whate’er Thoughts you have abroad,
Tho’ you can deceive elsewhere,
There’s no feigning with your God;
Souls should be all perfect there.
The Heart that’s to the Altar brought,
Only Heaven should fill its Thought.
Do not your sober Thoughts perplex,
By gazing on the Ogling Sex:
Or if Beauty call your Eyes,
Do not on the Object dwell;
Guard your Heart from the Surprize,
By thinking Iris doth excell.
Above all Earthly Things I’d be,
Damon, most belov’d by thee;
And only Heaven must rival me.
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