Love Wing'd
Hence fonder Amorists Belials Orizons ply,
Who laughs at your enameld perjury.
O how Volatile is your toy call'd love!
Which onely constant doth in changing prove.
As it begins with fire, it ends with ice:
Change is the portion of each child of vice.
All lusts felicities move on feet that reel:
Who's ty'd to passion's ty'd unto a wheel.
The Sea's more faithful, which now curles in smiles,
And straight incens'd in towring billows boyls.
Lust's 'twixt a pot and glass then both more weak,
Each touch of male content in two't may break.
Who this day robs divinity to cloath
His Idol, will the next it strip and loath.
Who laughs at your enameld perjury.
O how Volatile is your toy call'd love!
Which onely constant doth in changing prove.
As it begins with fire, it ends with ice:
Change is the portion of each child of vice.
All lusts felicities move on feet that reel:
Who's ty'd to passion's ty'd unto a wheel.
The Sea's more faithful, which now curles in smiles,
And straight incens'd in towring billows boyls.
Lust's 'twixt a pot and glass then both more weak,
Each touch of male content in two't may break.
Who this day robs divinity to cloath
His Idol, will the next it strip and loath.
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