Phyllis, for shame! let us improve br A thousand several ways br These few short minutes stol'n by love br From many tedious days. br br Whilst you want courage to despise br The censure of the grave, br For all the tyrants in your eyes, br Your heart is but a slave. br br My love is full of noble pride, br And never will submit br To let that fop, Discretion, ride br In triumph over wit. br br False friends I have, as well as you, br That daily counsel me br Vain frivolous trifles to pursue, br And leave off loving thee. br br When I the least belief bestow br On what such fools advise, br May I be dull enough to grow br Most miserably wise.