Not, Celia, that I juster am Or better than the rest; For I would change each hour like them, Were not my heart at rest. But I am tied to very thee, By ev'ry thought I have; Thy face I only care to see, All that in woman is adored The handsome and the kind. Why then should I seek further store And still make love anew? When change itself can give no more, 'Tis easy to be true. Between 1668 and 1687. 1702. LOVE STILL HAS SOMETHING OF THE SEA Love still has something of the sea, From whence his mother rose; No time his slaves from love can free, They are becalmed in clearest days, They wither under cold delays, Or are in tempests lost. 5 ΙΟ 15 5 Love in fantastic triumph sate, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, And strange tyrannic power he showed: Which round about in sport he hurled; Enough t' undo the amorous world. From me he took his sighs and tears, From thee his pride and cruelty; But my poor heart alone is harmed, Whilst thine the victor is, and free. 15 5 ΙΟ 15 1677. JOHN WILMOT, EARL OF ROCHESTER LOVE AND LIFE All my past life is mine no more; By memory alone. The time that is to come is not; How can it, then, be mine? 5 The present moment's all my lot; Phyllis, is only thine. 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. A SONG Absent from thee, I languish still; To wish all day, all night to mourn. ΙΟ 15 1680. Where love, and peace, and truth does flow, Lest, once more wandering from that heaven, And lose my everlasting rest. 15 1680. JOHN OLDHAM FROM TO THE MEMORY OF MR. CHARLES MORWENT Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep As if humanity were lulled asleep; Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise, 5 Life seemed all calm as its last breath, And there had built her nest; It hardly now enjoys a greater rest. 1Ο As that smooth sea which wears the name of Peace And feels no tides to change it from its place, No waves to alter the fair form it bears; As that unspotted sky Where Nile does want of rain supply Is free from clouds, from storm is ever free; And with such clear serenity still shone, And caused thy little world to seem all temp'rate zone. WILLIAM CONGREVE AMORET Fair Amoret is gone astray: Pursue and seek her, ev'ry lover! The wand'ring shepherdess discover. 1710. 15 20 Coquet and coy at once her air, 5 Both studied though both seem neglected; Affecting to seem unaffected. With skill her eyes dart ev'ry glance, Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect 'em; For she'd persuade they wound by chance, She likes herself, yet others hates For that which in herself she prizes; She is the thing that she despises. Before 1700. ΤΟ 15 1710. |