By me indeed you are allow'd But be not of my judgment proud PHILLIPS. M Y love was fickle once and changing, From beauty ftill to beauty ranging, 'Twas firft a charming fhape enflav'd me, But now a long and lasting anguish For For here the falfe inconftant lover VOT, CELIA, that I juster am, NOT Or truer than the reft; For I would change each hour like them, Were it my intereft. But I'm fo fix'd alone to thee By every thought I have, That should you now my heart set free "Twould be again your flave. All that in woman is ador'd In thy dear felf I find; For the whole fex can but afford The handfome, and the kind. Not Not to my virtue, but thy power When change itself can give no more Tis not, CELIA, in our power IT To fay how long our love will last; Then fince we mortal lovers are, ETHERIDGE. SAY, AY, MYRA, why is gentle love Which pity and esteem can move ; Is it because you fear to share The jealous doubt, the tender care, Alas! by fome degree of woe We every blifs must gain: The heart can ne'er a transport know, That never feels a pain. LYTTELTON. C YNTHIA frowns whene'er I woo her, Much fhe fears I fhould undo her, But much more to lose her lover : Pr'ythee CYNTHIA look behind you, Age and wrinkles will o'ertake you, Then too late defire will find you 04 CONGREVE. |