CXI. JOHN DRYDEN, 1631-1700. SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING. A SK not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flowers to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She cast not back a pitying eye: To sigh, to languish, and to die: Great god of love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, And change the laws of every land? When Chloris to the temple comes, Adoring crowds before her fall; She can restore the dead from tombs, And every life but mine recall. I only am by Love designed To be the victim for mankind. CXII SIR CHARLES SEDLEY, 1639-1701. SONG. PHILLIS HILLIS is my only joy, Faithless as the winds or seas; Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please; If with a frown I am cast down, Phillis smiling, And beguiling, Makes me happier than before. Though, alas! too late I find, Nothing can her fancy fix; Yet the moment she is kind, I can't get free; She deceiving, I believing; What need lovers wish for more? CXIII. A VICTORIA'S SONG. H Chloris! that I now could sit As unconcerned, as when Your infant beauty could beget No pleasure nor no pain. When I the dawn used to admire, Your charms in harmless childhood lay, Age from no face took more away, Than youth concealed in thine. But as your charms insensibly My passion with your beauty grew, And Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favoured you, Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part : To make a lover he Employed the utmost of his art, Though now I slowly bend to love, Uncertain of my fate, If your fair self my chains approve, I shall my freedom hate. Lovers, like dying men, may well At first disordered be; Since none alive can truly tell What fortune they must see. |