105. To Perenna

When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy In any one, the least indecency; But every line and limb diffused thence A fair and unfamiliar excellence; So that the more I look, the more I prove There's still more cause why I the more should love.

106. TO OENONE.

What conscience, say, is it in thee, When I a heart had one, [won] To take away that heart from me, And to retain thy own?

For shame or pity, now incline To play a loving part; Either to send me kindly thine, Or give me back my heart.

Covet not both; but if thou dost Resolve to part with neither; Why! yet to shew that thou art just, Take me and mine together.