To Lysander

IV

An humble Slave the Buyer must become,

She must not bate a Look or Glance

You will have all or you’ll have none;

See how Love’s Market you inhance.

V

Is’t not enough, I gave you Heart for Heart,

But I must add my Lips and Eies;

I must no friendly Smile or Kiss impart;

But you must Dun me with Advice.

VI

And every Hour still more unjust you grow,

Those Freedoms you my life deny,

You to Adraste are oblig’d to show,

And giver her all my Rifled Joy.