To Lysander

I

Take back that Heart, you with such Caution give,

Take the fond valu’d Trifle back;

I hate Love-Merchants that a Trade wou’d drive

And meanly cunning Bargains make.

II

I care not how the busy Market goes,

And scorn to Chaffer for a price:

Love does one Staple Rate on all impose,

Nor leaves it to the Trader’s Choice.

III

A Heart requires a Heart Unfeign’d and True,

Though Subt’ly you advance the Price,

And ask a Rate that Simple Love ne’er knew:

And the free Trade Monopolize.