To His Coy Mistress 585 Sure he that loves his lady 'cause she's fair, TO HIS COY MISTRESS HAD we but world enough, and time, heart. But at my back I always hear Thy beauty shall no more be found, My echoing song: then worms shall try The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thus, though we cannot make our sun Andrew Marvell [1621-1678] A DEPOSITION FROM BEAUTY THOUGH When I loved thee thou wert fair, Thou art no longer so; These glories all the pride they wear Unto opinion owe. Beauties, like stars, in borrowed luster shine; The flames that dwelt within thine eye Do now with mine expire; Thy brightest graces fade and die At once with my desire. Love's fires thus mutual influence return; Then, proud Celinda, hope no more Since by thy scorn thou dost restore And thy despised disdain too late shall find That none are fair but who are kind. Thomas Stanley [1625-1678] To Celia "LOVE IN THY YOUTH, FAIR MAID" LOVE in thy youth, fair maid, be wise, Thou as heaven art fair and young, Then winter comes with all his fears, Too late then wilt thou shower thy tears, And I, too late, shall sorrow. 587 Unknown TO CELIA WHEN, Celia, must my old day set, And my young morning rise My state is more advanced than when I first attempted thee: I sued to be a servant then, But now to be made free. I've served my time faithful and true, Expecting to be placed In happy freedom, as my due, To all the joys thou hast: A scandal to love's power, We ought not to misspend so much Yet think not, sweet, I'm weary grown, Since none to surfeit e'er was known Before he had a taste: My infant love could humbly wait Charles Cotton [1630 -1687] TO CELIA Nor, Celia, that I juster am Or better than the rest! For I would change each hour, like them, But I am tied to very thee All that in woman is adored For the whole sex can but afford Why then should I seek further store, When change itself can give no more, 'Tis easy to be true! Charles Sedley [1639 -1701] A SONG My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me; When with love's resistless art, And her eyes, she did enslave me. But her constancy's so weak, She's so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. Constancy Melting joys about her move, And her lips can arm with kisses. She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. 589 John Wilmot [1647-1680] LOVE AND LIFE ALL my past life is mine no more; The time that is to come is not; Then talk not of inconstancy, False hearts, and broken vows; If I by miracle can be This live-long minute true to thee, 'Tis all that Heaven allows. John Wilmot [1647-1680] CONSTANCY I 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. |