John Dryden (Äæîí Äðàéäåí)

A Song (High State and Honours to others impart)

HIGH State and Honours to others impart,
  But give me your Heart:
That Treasure, that Treasure alone,
  I beg for my own.
So gentle a Love, so fervent a Fire,
  My Soul does inspire.
That Treasure, that Treasure alone,
  I beg for my own.
 
Your Love let me crave,
  Give me in Possessing
    So matchless a Blessing;
    That Empire is all I wou’d have.
 
    Love’s my Petition,
    All my Ambition;
    If e’er you discover
    So faithful a Lover,
    So real a Flame,
    I’ll die, I’ll die,
    So give up my Game.

1. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
2. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, of Gloucestershire
3. The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon
4. On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk
5. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire

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