Cease, fond shepherd! Cease desiring What you never must enjoy; She derides your vain aspiring, She, to all your sex is coy.Cunning Damon once pursue… - Mary Wortley Montagu

Good madam, when ladies are willing, A man must needs look like a fool;
For me I would not give a shilling For one who would love out of rule.You should leave us to guess by your blushing, And not speak the matter so plain;
’Tis our’s to write and be pushing, ’Tis yours to affect disdain.That you’re in a terrible taking, By all these sweet oglings I see,
But the fruit that can fall without shaking, Indeed is too mellow for me.

Thou silver deity of secret night, Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, The Lover’s guardian, and the Muse’s aid!By thy pale beams I solitary rove, To thee my tender grief confide;
Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove, My friend, my goddess, and my guide.E’en thee, fair queen, from thy amazing height, The charms of young Endymion drew;
Veil’d with the mantle of concealing night; With all thy greatness and thy coldness too.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking
Indeed is too mellow for me.