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Thy face is to my humour made,
Perhaps, by some fond whim betray'd,
Vain youth, to your confusion, know
For your own sake, if not for mine,
Since you, my swain, no more will shine
By me indeed you are allow'd
My love was fickle once and changing,
'Twas first a charming shape enslaved me, I
But now a long and lasting anguish f
For here the false inconstant lover,
After a thousand beauties shown,
WHILE silently I loved, nor dared
To tell my crime aloud, wax il
beniz m gta đã * This song is given in one of Addison's Spectators (No. 470), as the subject of a humorous commentary in ridicule of the verbal critics. Its author is not mentioned.
Bat when I once my flame exprest, an I
In hopes to ease my pain, a96137, NË
SHALL I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
If thus, CORINNA, you shall frowned
On all that do adore,
Then all mankind must be undone,
Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
Should my heart be grieved or pined 'Cause 1 see a woman kind?
Or a well disposed nature
Shall a woman's virtues move
'Cause her fortune seems too high,
And, unless that mind I see,
Great, or good, or kind, or fair,
If she slight me when I woo,
For, if she be not for me,
DO confess thou 'rt smooth and fair,
And I might have been brought to love thee;
But that I found the slightest prayer
That breath could make, had power to move thee;
But I can leave thee now alone,
As worthy to be loved by none.
I do confess thou 'rt sweet, but find
*A dull and tedious writer on grave subjects will sometimes sport happily with a lighter topic. This was the case with Wither, a poet of the earlier part of the 17th century, who, after writing some pleasing juvenile pieces, became almost proverbial for dull prolixity.