To Celimena

Forbear fond Heart (say I) torment no more

That Celimena whom thou dost adore;

For since so many of her Chains are proud,

How canst thou be distinguish'd in the Crowd:

But say, bold Trifler, what dost thou pretend?

Wou'dst thou depose thy Saint into thy Friend?

Equality in Friendship is requir'd,

Which here were criminal to be desir'd.