SIR CHARLES SEDLEY

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 further store, And still make love anew ?

When change itself can give no more, 'Tis easy to be true !

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��APHRA BEHN 411. Song

OVE in fantastic triumph sate

Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd, For whom fresh pains he did create

And strange tyrannic power he show'd : From thy bright eyes he took his fires,

Which round about in sport he hurl'd ; But 'twas from mine he took desires Enough t' undo the amorous world.

From me he took his sighs and tears,

From thee his pride and cruelty ; From me his languishments and fears,

And every killing dart from thee. Thus thou and I the god have arm'd

And set him up a deity; But my poor heart alone is harm'd,

Whilst thine the victor is, and free!

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