Upon his leaving his Mistresse

'Tis not that I am weary growne,
Of being yours, and yours alone;
But with what face can I incline
To damn you to be only mine?
You whom some kinder Pow'r did fashion
By merrit, or by inclination,
The joy at least of one whole Nation.

Let meaner Spirits of your Sex,
With humbler Aimes, their thoughts perplex,
And boast, if by their Arts they can,
Contrive to make one happy Man,
Whilst mov'd by an Impartiall Sense
Favours like Nature, you dispence,
With Universall Influence.

See the kind Seed-receiving Earth,
To ev'ry Graine, affords a Birth,
On her noe Show'rs unwelcome fall,
Her willing Womb, retaines 'em all;
And shall my Cælia be confin'd?
Noe! live up to thy mighty Mind,
And be the Mistresse of Mankind.


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Tis not that I am weary growne,
Of being yours, and yours alone;
But with what face can I design
To damn you to be only mine?
You whom some kinder Pow'r did fashion
By merrit, or by inclination,
The joy at least of one whole Nation.