By me indeed you are allow'd But be not of my judgment proud PHILLIPS. M Y love was fickle once and changing, From beauty fill to beauty ranging, "Twas firft a charming shape enflav'd me, An eye then gave the fatal ftroke; Till by her wit CORINNA fav'd me, And all my former fetters broke. But now a long and lasting anguish For here the false inconftant lover OT, CELIA, that I jufter am, NOT, Or truer than the reft; For I would change each hour like them, But I'm fo fix'd alone to thee By every thought I have, That should you now my heart set free All that in woman is ador'd In thy dear felf I find; For the whole sex can but afford The handsome, and the kind. Not Not to my virtue, but thy power When change itself can give no more Tis not, CELIA, in our power To fay how long our love will last; Then fince we mortal lovers are, Afk not how long our love will last ; But while it does, let us take care Each minute be with pleasure past : Were it not madness to deny To live, becaufe we're fure to die? ETHERIDGE, SAY, AY, MYRA, why is gentle love Which pity and esteem can move; The jealous doubt, the tender care, That rack the am'rous breast? Alas! by fome degree of woe We every blifs muft gain: The heart can ne'er a transport know, That never feels a pain. LYTTELTON, CY YNTHIA frowns whene'er I woo her, Much fhe fears I fhould undo her, But much more to lose her lover : Pr'ythee CYNTHIA look behind you, When the power does forfake you. Think, oh! think, the fad condition To be paft, yet wish fruition. 04 CONGREVE. |