Disdaine

Take heed fair Chloris, how you tame

(With your disdain) Amintor's flame.

A noble heart, when once delpis'd,

Swels unto such a height of pride,

'Twill rather burst then deigne to bee

A worshipper of cruelty.

You may use common shepherds so,

My flames at last to storms will grow,

And blow such scorn upon thy pride,

Will blast all I have magnifi'd:

You are not fair when Love you lack,

Ingratitude makes all things black.

O doe not for a flock of sheep,

A golden showr when as you sleep,

Or for the tales ambition tells,

Forsake the house wher honor dwels

In Damons palace you'l nee'r shine,

So bright as in these arms of mine.