Part of SUMMER AMUSEMENT
Why Damon whilt thou strive in vain,
my firm resolves to move.
My heart alas may feel the pain,
but scorns the guilt of Love.
Perfidious too, like all the rest, Is faithless Damon grown,
Ah, canst thou seek to wound the breast, that pants for thee alone.
No, for a thought so meanly base ungrateful thou shalt find,
the heart that cou'd admire thy face can hate thee for thy mind