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Fair ones, while your beauty's blooming Use your time, lest age resúrning
What your youth profusely lends, You are robb'd of all your glories, And condemn'd to tell old stories
To your unbelieving friends.
Celia, too late you would repent ;
The off'ring all your store Is now but like a pardon sent
To one that's dead before.
While at the first you cruel prov'd,
And grant the bliss too late, You hinder'd me of one I lov'd To
me one I hate.
I thought you innocent as fair,
When first my court I made, But when your falsehoods plain appear
My love no longer staid.
Your bounty of those favours shown
Whose worth you first deface, Is melting valued medals down,
And giving us the brass.
Oh! since the thing we beg's a toy,
By lovers priz'd alone,
Before our love is gone?
IF F the quick spirit of your eye,
Or if that golden fleece must grow
Thus either time his sickle brings
Late when love I seem'd to slight,
Now, said she, our throne may tremble,
Men, ev'n men, do now dissemble, In the dust our empire's laid.
Tutor’d by the wise and grave,
Mistress sounded arbitrary;
But she scorns one jot to vary, She will love, or nothing, claim.
Be a lover, or pretend,
Friendship of another kind is,
Love, one grain is worth the Indies,
Au! Chloris, could I now but sit
As unconcern'd as when
No happiness nor pain !
And prais'd the coming day,
Your charms in harmless childhood lay
As metals in a mine;
Than youth conceal'd in thine :
To their perfection prest,
And center'd in my breast.
My passion with your beauty grew,
While Cupid, at my heart,
Threw a new flaming dart :
To make a beauty, she
To make a lover, he.
1 E Graces and the wand'ring Loves
To wound admiring swains.
Who turns her careless eyes
And conquers while she flies.
But see! implor'd by moving prayers,
To change the lover's pain,
And brings the fair again.
Think you, she'll e'er resign?
Or you, like her, divine.
Sav, lovely dream, where could'st thou find
Shadows to counterfeit that face?
Colours of this glorious kind,