I

Forbear, bold youth, all’s Heaven here,

    And what you do aver,

To others courtship may appear,

    ’Tis sacrifice to her.

II

She is a public deity,

    And were’t not very odd

She should depose herself to be

    A petty household god?

III

First make the sun in private shine,

    And bid the world adieu, [10]

That so he may his beams confine

    In compliment to you.

IV

But if of that you do despair,

    Think how you did amiss,

To strive to fix her beams, which are

    More bright and large than his.