FORBEAR, bold youth; all 's heaven here,   And what you do aver To others courtship may appear,   'Tis sacrilege to her. She is a public deity;   And were 't not very odd She should dispose herself to be   A petty household god?

First make the sun in private shine   And bid the world adieu, That so he may his beams confine   In compliment to you: But if of that you do despair,   Think how you did amiss To strive to fix her beams which are   More bright and large than his.