EARL OF ROCHESTER

Constancy

T CANNOT change as others do,

Though you unjustly scorn ; Since that poor swain that sighs for you

For you alone was born. No, Phillis, no; your heart to move

A surer way I'll try; And, to revenge my slighted love,

Will still love on and die.

When kill'd with grief Amyntas lies,

And you to mind shall call The sighs that now unpitied rise,

The tears that vainly fall That welcome hour, that ends this smart,

Will then begin your pain ; For such a faithful tender heart

Can never break in vain.

��To His Mistress

(After Quarks)

YVTHY dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why

^ Does that eclipsing hand of thine deny The sunshine of the Sun's enlivening eye ?

Without thy light what light remains in me? Thou art my life ; my way, my light 's in thee ; I live, I move, and by thy beams I see.

Thou art my life if thou but turn away

My life's a thousand deaths. Thou art my way

Without thee. Love, I travel not but stray.

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