When Chloris to the temple comes, Adoring crowds before her fall; She can restore the dead from tombs, CXII. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY, 1639-1701. SONG. HILLIS is my only joy, PHILLIS Faithless as the winds or seas; Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please; If with a frown I am cast down, Phillis 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 can't get free ; She deceiving, I believing; What need lovers wish for more? CXIII. A VICTORIA'S SONG. H Chloris! that I now could sit Your infant beauty could beget No pleasure nor no pain. When I the dawn used to admire, I little thought the growing fire Your charms in harmless childhood lay, Age from no face took more away, Than youth concealed in thine. But as your charms insensibly And in my bosom rest. My passion with your beauty grew, Still as his mother favoured 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 M CXIV. LOVE ARMED. SONG. APHRA BEHN, 1642-1689. L OVE in fantastic triumph sat, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he showed. From thy bright eyes he took his fire, Which round about in sport he hurled; But 'twas from mine he took desire Enough to undo the amorous world. From me he took his sighs and tears, But my poor heart alone is harmed, Whilst thine the victor is, and free. |