Why, cruel creature, why so bent

Why, cruel creature, why so bent, To vex a tender heart? To gold and title you relent; Love throws in vain his dart.

Let glitt'ring fops in courts be great, For pay let armies move: Beauty should have no other bait, But gentle vows and love.

If on those endless charms you lay The value that's their due; Kings are themselves too poor to pay; A thousand worlds too few.

But if a passion without advice, Without disguise or art, Ah CELIA! it true love's your price, Behold it in my heart.