On the Friendship Betwixt Saccharissa and Amoret

1 Tell me, lovely, loving pair!
    Why so kind, and so severe?
  Why so careless of our care,
    Only to yourselves so dear?

2 By this cunning change of hearts,
    You the power of Love control;
  While the boy’s deluded darts
    Can arrive at neither soul.

3 For in vain to either breast
    Still beguilèd Love does come,
  Where he finds a foreign guest,
    Neither of your hearts at home.

4 Debtors thus with like design,
    When they never mean to pay,
  That they may the law decline,
    To some friend make all away.

5 Not the silver doves that fly,
    Yoked in Cytherea’s car;
  Not the wings that lift so high,
    And convey her son so far;

6 Are so lovely, sweet, and fair,
    Or do more ennoble love;
  Are so choicely match’d a pair,
    Or with more consent do move.