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He will not out of my mind, but doth over rule my thoughts and force them to desires vaine and impossible: I impossible, for h•• must needs fix on her, she is a Lady so without exception, of so fair a Fortune and such exquisite parts improved unto the height. He cer∣tainly then is hers; me thinks the very thought of that should be e∣nough to master these desires; for usually Objects, though ne're so pleasing, if not probable, searce stir the mind; for since we all are rational, it were absurd our wills should act in vain. But on the con∣trary, when things with ease may be attained, we never give over until we are arrived at the utmost of our wishes. Thus nothing is more ordinary then for my Lady to love her Gentleman, or Mrs. Anne her fathers man. But if a Country Clowne coming up hither, and seeking for his Lawyer in Grayes Inne, should step into the Walks, and there should chance to spye some Master-piece of Nature, some fam'd Beau∣ty, that for a time hath born the name, he would stand amazed, per∣haps wish that his Ione were such, but farther would not be stirred, impossibility would stop more bold desires, and quench those sparks that else would turne to fires. But I without the remedy of hope, even in despair, begin a love that promiseth nought but grief and endlesse teares. But here he comes with my Cozen, I will stand and hear what they say.
Come sweet Lady be no longer cruel, 'tis fit for vulgar com∣mon beauties to inhance the price of their Enjoyment by a long de∣nyal; such Art were vain in you, and desperate in me, since I al∣ready am wound up unto the highest, and higher cannot go but break.
Must I answer to all this presently? that me thinks would bee the greatest inequality in the world; in all reason certainly I should have as much time as you had to study it.
Study it? He that is inspired doth not so little deliberate; I speak my very thoughts, on you my mind doth naturally run, nor can it va∣ry, for Nature that hath in you raised Beauty to its highest pitch, out∣done her own Idea's, hath thereby made you Commandresse of my soul, and all its passions and affects to wait on none but you; there∣fore seeing you have the power, O do no longer tyrranize.
Why, what now would you have me say?
What would I have you say? Can that be a question? Could your breath create me owner of the world, could I have diversity of woulds? Alas my thoughts are long since fixed on you, and my desires forgot all other Objects but your self.