Change defended.
LEave Chloris, leave, prethee no more
With want of Love, or Lightness charge Me:
'Cause thy Looks captiv'd me before,
May not anothers now enlarge me?
He, whose misguided Zeal hath long
Pay'd Homage to some Stars pale light,
Better enform'd, may without wrong
Leave that, t'adore the Queen of Night.
Then if my Heart, which long serv'd thee,
Will to Car••ntha now encline;
Why term'd inconstant should it be,
For bowing 'fore a richer shrine?
Censure that Lover's such, whose will
Inferiour Objects can entice;
VVho changes for the better still,
Makes that a Vertue, you call Vice.