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- AH, Chloris, that I now could sit
- As unconcerned as when
- Your infant beauty could beget
- No pleasure, nor no pain.
- When I the dawn used to admire,
- And praised the coming day,
- I little thought the growing fire
- Must take my rest away.
- Your charms in harmless childhood lay
- Like metals in the mine:
- Age from no face took more away
- Than youth concealed in thine.
- But as your charms insensibly
- To your perfection pressed,
- Fond Love, as unperceived, did fly,
- And in my bosom rest.
- My passion with your beauty grew,
- And Cupid at my heart,
- Still as his mother favored you,
- Threw a new flaming dart.
- Each gloried in their wanton part:
- To make a lover, he
- Employed the utmost of his art;
- To make a beauty, she.
- Though now I slowly bend to love,
- Uncertain of my fate,
- If your fair self my chains approve,
- I shall my freedom hate.
- Lovers, like dying men, may well
- At first disordered be,
- Since none alive can truly tell
- What fortune they must see.
- Sir Charles Sedley
- NOT, Celia, that I juster am
- Or better than the rest;
- For I would change each hour, like them,
- Were not my heart at rest.
- But I am tied to very thee,
- By every thought I have;
- Thy face I only care to see,
- Thy heart I only crave.
- All that in woman is adored
- In thy dear self I find,
- For the whole sex can but afford
- The handsome and the kind.
- Why then should I seek farther store,
- And still make love anew?
- When change itself can give no more,
- 'Tis easy to be true.
- Sir Charles Sedley
- "HEARS not my Phyllis how the birds
- Their feathered mates salute?
- They tell their passion in their words:
- Must I alone be mute?"
- Phyllis, without frown or smile,
- Sat and knotted all the while.
- "The god of love in thy bright eyes
- Does like a tyrant reign;
- But in thy heart a child he lies,
- Without his dart of flame."
- Phyllis, without frown or smile,
- Sat and knotted all the while.
- "So many months in silence past,
- And yet in raging love,
- Might well deserve one word at last
- My passion should approve."
- Phyllis, without frown or smile,
- Sat and knotted all the while.
- "Must then your faithful swain expire,
- And not one look obtain,
- Which he, to soothe his fond desire,
- Might pleasingly explain?"
- Phyllis, without frown or smile,
- Sat and knotted all the while.
- Sir Charles Sedley
- LOVE still has something of the sea,
- From whence his mother rose;
- No time his slaves from doubt can free,
- Nor give their thoughts repose;
- They are becalmed in clearest days,
- And in rough weather tossed;
- They wither under cold delays,
- Or are in tempests lost.
- One while they seem to touch the port,
- Then straight into the main
- Some angry wind in cruel sport
- The vessel drives again.
- At first disdain and pride they fear,
- Which if they chance to 'scape,
- Rivals and falsehood soon appear
- In a more dreadful shape.
- By such degrees to joy they come,
- And are so long withstood,
- So slowly they recieve the sum,
- It hardly does them good.
- 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain,
- And to defer a joy,
- Believe, me, gentle Celemene,
- Offends the wingèd boy.
- An hundred thousand oaths your fears
- Perhaps would not remove;
- And if I gazed a thousand years
- I could no deeper love.
- Sir Charles Sedley
- PHYLLIS is my only joy,
- Faithless as the winds or seas;
- Sometimes coming, sometimes coy,
- Yet she never fails to please;
- If with a frown
- I am cast down,
- Phyllis smiling,
- And beguiling,
- Makes me happier than before.
- Though, alas! too late I find
- Nothing can her fancy fix,
- Yet the moment she is kind
- I forgive her all her tricks;
- Which, though I see,
- I can't get free;
- She deceiving,
- I believing;
- What need lovers wish for more?
- Sir Charles Sedley
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