Pierides, or, The muses mount by Hugh Crompton, Gent.

Ecc••o.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 back, suspend thy love for ever; ••l home thy heart again and leave her: ••o much of one sort breeds lothing, ••kes the object fit for nothing; ••yls the fancy, spoils the sense, ••ns delight to penitence; ••cially in those that summon ••eir wits to attend a woman. ••en refuse, fall off, and leave her, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thou lose thy bliss for ever. ••ing once engag'd thy credit, ••n may curse that ere you did it; 〈◊〉〈◊〉 if beauty moved thee, •• adventure that may flee; ••en that face which once was fire ••calcine, shall now expire •• Lamps of Zealots, and shall choke ••y own sense with thy own smoke: ••d you'l feel (in such a case) ••ch disease, or much disgrace: ••ou go your credits lost, ••ou stay you will be crost: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 how dismal is't, for he, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 whose love formalitie ••ps, or the affection, where 〈◊〉〈◊〉 wells not for love but fear! ••en return, return and leave her,

Lest thou art a fool for ever, What avails thy wanton courting? Kissing, clipping, hugging, sporting, Smiling, beckning, musing, glancing, Winding, tripping, footing, dancing, Chopping, changing, mingling words, All the joy that love affords: What art thou for this the better? Only thou art made a debtor For't▪ Although thy Mistress swims Over the glorious Cherubims In thy fancy, she'l not scorn To salute thee with a horn For thy requital: Such there be; Then love not such vanity. O return, return and leave her, Else I'le say th' art mad for ever. He's a fool that loves to be Vassal'd, when he may be free.