Integrity

It is not Wealth, nor worldly Pelf, Could my Affection take, I am not such a Friend to SELF, To suffer for its Sake.

'Tis not the Features of a Face, Could captivate mine Eye, I have seen some of th' sweetest grace, Yet kept my Liberty.

What was it then, stout Heart, I pray, Did thee to Love incline? Canst thou, without Presumption, say It was a Pow'r divine?

Much I could say, did Need require, In Favour of my Love, But I chuse rather to retire, Let it itself approve.