Beauty, thy harsh imperious chains
As a scorn'd weight I here untie,
Since thy proud Empire those disdains,
Of reason or Philosophy,
That would'st within tyrannick laws
Confine the power of each free cause.
Forc'd by the potent influence
Of thy disdain I back return,
Thus with those flames I do dispense,
Which though they would not light, did burn;
And rather will through cold expire
Then languish at a frozen fire.

But whil'st I the insulting pride
Of thy vain beauty do despise,
Who gladly would'st be deifide,
By making me thy sacrifice;
May love thy heart, which to his charm,
Approach'd seem'd cold, at distance warm.