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Or the least sensible of love's desires,Some pity thou wouldst have on me, and grantThy aid, for what thou canst not know I want.Ill suits thee now, the warrior's lance to wield,To mount the manag'd horse, or lift the brazen shield:Arms are for men, and not for such as thee,Who shouldst from ev'ry manly thought be free.No banner shouldst thou, but thy lady's bear,And have no other leader but the fair.Much it behoves thee then to strive to gainHer favour, and thou need'st not strive in vain.Consult her pleasure, and her will obey,To favour that's the sure, the ready way:Without it, how unhappy wilt thou be!Life is without it of no use to thee.Thou'rt beautiful, and mayst thy prime enjoy,And well thy beauty and thy youth employ.Study to serve thy gentle mistress well,And merit her good graces by thy zeal;Watch as thou wilt, the trouble thou mayst spare,