FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes, <br />Ye Gilded Nothings, Gaudy Toyes, <br />Too long ye have my Soul misled, <br />Too long with Aiery Diet fed: <br />But now my Heart ye shall no more <br />Deceive, as you have heretofore: <br />For when I hear such Sirens sing, <br />Like Ithaca's fore-warned King, <br />With prudent Resolution I <br />Will so my Will and Fancy tye, <br />That stronger to the Mast not he, <br />Than I to Reason bound will be: <br />And though your Witchcrafts strike my Ear, <br />Unhurt, like him, your Charms I'll hear.<br /><br />Anne Killigrew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-farewel-to-worldly-joys/
