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For thou may’st say, 'twas not thy fault · That thou didst thus inconstant prove, Being by my example taught
To break thy oath, to mend thy love.
No, Chloris, no! I will return,
And raise thy story to that height, That strangers shall at distance burn,
And she distrust me reprobate.
Then shall my love this doubt displace,
And gain such trust, that I may come And banquet sometimes on thy face,
But make my constant meals at home.
Our sighs are heard; just heaven declares
So when the sky makes us endure
Hence 'tis that I conceal my flame,
Than her bright morning, overcast
Anger in hasty words or blows
Affect the haughty and the proud,
Unwisely we the wiser east Pity, supposing them opprest With tyrant's force, whose law is will, By which they govern, spoil, and kill: Each rymph, but moderately fair, Commands with no less rigour here. Should some brave Turk, that walks among His twenty lasses, bright and young, And beckons to the willing dame Preferr'd to quench his present flame, Behold as many gallants here With modest guise and silent fear All to one female idol bend, Whilst her high pride does scarce descend . To mark their follies, he would swear That these her guard of eunuchs were ; And that a more majestic queen, Or humbler slaves, ke had not seen.
All this with indignation spoke, In vain I struggled with the yoke Of mighty Love : that conquering look, When next beheld, like lightning strook My blasted soul, and made me bow Lower than those I pitied now.
So the tall stag, upon the brink Of some smooth stream about to drink, Surveying there his armed head, With shame remembers that he fed The scorned dogs; resolves to try The combat next; but if their cry Invades again his trembling ear, He straight resumes his wonted care, Leaves the untasted spring behind, And, wing'd with fear, outflies the wind.
Go, lovely Rose!
That now she knows,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that's young
That, hadst thou sprung
Small is the worth
Bid her come forth,
Then die! that she
May read in thee;
Phillis, why should we delay