Pierides or The Muses Mount. By Hugh Crompton |
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91. The Reply.
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91. The Reply.
And is she gone? Ah pity then!That she should ere return agen
To you (dull Clown) whose slumbering eye
Could fall asleep when she lay by.
She was a jewel, it is true;
And was esteemed so by you,
When you had lost her. Learn you then,
If ever she return agen,
To keep her as a Gem of cost,
And prize the Gem before it's lost.
But all my fear is, that you had
A Tytians face. This is no lad
For fair Aurora; she will buss
Rather the young spark Cæphalus.
And from her bed each morning flie
To wanton in the southern Skie.
Content you then with crazy age;
And if the Nymphs of Cupids stage
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They love not faces out of season:
Time-wasted flesh, and wrinkled brows
Are no fit objects for their bows.
Love's fresh and young, the like it loves,
But snotting age it never moves.
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