To
one
who
in
Love
,
set
a
Figure
.
In
vain
alas
ye
search
your
artless
Books
,
A
lover's
Fates
writ
in
his
Mistris's
Looks
;
Tis
to
no
purpose
that
ye
gaze
ith'
Skys
,
There
are
no
Stars
like
her
propitious
Eyes
.
When
Hearts
are
lost
to
set
a
Figure
vain
,
None
but
the
Thief
knows
if
you'll
hav't
again
.
Your
Venus
ask
,
not
Mercury's
Aid
intreat
,
For
he
knows
nothing
of
an
amorous
Cheat
:
'Tis
she
alone
that
can
the
Mystery
tell
,
Read
but
her
Looks
they
are
infallible
;
Consult
the
upper
World
for
Death
and
Wars
,
She
is
Love's
Heaven
,
her
Eyes
the
only
Stars
:
Since
her
kind
Influence
hath
attracted
you
,
She
may
admit
of
a
Conjunction
too
.