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

Than purest monarchy;

For if confusion have a part

(Which virtuous souls abhor),

And hold a synod in thine heart,

I'll never love thee more.

Like 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,

That dares not put it to the touch,

To gain or lose it all.

And in the empire of thine heart,

Where I should solely be,

If others do pretend a part

Or dare to vie with me,

Or if Committees  thou erect,

And go on such a score,

I'll laugh and sing at thy neglect,

And never love thee more.