Age and life of man, or, A short description of the nature, rise, and fall, according to the twelve months of the year/I'll never love thee more

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I'll never Love Thee more.

My dear and only love, I pray,
that little world of thee.
Be govern'd by no other sway,
⁠but purest monarchy.
For if confusion have a part,
⁠which virtuous souls abhor,
I'll call a synod in my heart,
⁠and never love thee more.

As Alexander I will reign,
⁠and I will reign alone,
My thoughts did evermore disdain,
⁠a rival on my throne.
He either fears his fate too much,
⁠or his deserts are small,
Who dares not put it to the touch,
⁠to gain or lose it all.

But I will reign, and govern still,
⁠and always give the law,
And have each subject at my will,
⁠and all to stand in aw:
But 'gainst my batt'ries if I find
⁠thou storm or vex me sore.
As if thou set me as a blind,
⁠I'll never love thee more.

And in the empire of thy heart,
⁠where I should solely be,
If others do pretend a part,
⁠or dares to share with ms:
Or committees if thou erect,
⁠or go on such a score.
I'll smiling mock at thy neglect,
⁠and never love thee more.

But if no faithless action stain
⁠thy love and constant word,
I'll make thee famous by my pen,
⁠and glorious by my sword.
I'll serve thee in such noble ways,
⁠as ne'er was known before:
I'll deck and crown thy head with hays,
⁠and love thee more and more