Why meddle in love's turbulent affairs?
Wanting intemp'rant ardor, to leave dull
Chide my scant devotion to seek favored cares
No sober wit should crave such ruinous toil
With blind certainty you draw love elsewhere
(For not every Miss has perfect vision)
Try your sorry campaign then, let me spared
The slobber of canine adoration
Who's arcane lips did say to pursue so?
Has Cupid's arrow charmed your blood?
For an alternate cause I would not know
Your eyes to incite such salted floods
O pit'eous, loathful one I implore thee;
Part with meager idolatry, away from me!