NO: I'm unmov'd: nor can thy
One  into my
I am from all those  Free;
And you, in vain, speak  to Me:
For through the Splendid Gallantrys of
Untouch'd, and careless, now I wildly rove,
From all th'  of those proud Darts secure,
Whose Trifling  too  you indure;
Nor ought, on Earth's so  to move
My  and exact my Love:
Even  Lovely and Inticeing Eyes,
Tho' arm'd with flames, I can at last despise;
With all the Genuine  and Courtly
By which your Treacherous  invade our
No more those little Things contract my
By a Diviner Excellence possest;
And, should I yield agen, it dear must cost
My  e're he shall the Conquest Boast;
For the Mad Venome's quite expell'd my Veins,
And calmer  now Triumphant Reigns: