The poetical and dramatic works of Sir Charles Sedley Collected and Edited from the Old Editions: With a preface on the text, explanatory and textual notes, an appendix containing works of doubtful authenticity, and a bibliography: By V. de Sola Pinto |
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From Briscoe's Edition of 1707 |
The poetical and dramatic works of Sir Charles Sedley | ||
From Briscoe's Edition of 1707
CVIII
ON THE HAPPY CORYDON AND PHILLIS
Young Coridon and Phillis,
Sat in a lovely Grove,
Contriving Crowns of Lillies,
Repeating toys of Love,
And something else, but what I dare not name;
But as they were a playing,
She ogled so the Swain,
It sav'd her plainly saying,
Let's kiss to ease our pain, and something else.
A thousand times he kist her,
Laying her on the Green;
But as he further prest her
A pritty Leg was seen, and ------
So many Beauties viewing,
His Ardor still increast,
And greater Joys pursuing,
He wander'd o'er her Breast, and ------
A last effort she trying
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Cry'd, but 'twas faintly Crying,
Pray take away your Hand, and ------
Young Corydon grown bolder,
The Minutes wou'd improve,
This is the time, he told her
To shew you how I Love, and ------
The Nymph seem'd almost dying,
Dissolv'd in amorous Heat,
She kiss'd, and told him sighing,
My Dear, your Love is great, and ------
But Phillis did recover,
Much sooner than the Swain,
She blushing ask'd her Lover,
Shall we not kiss again, and ------
Thus Love his Revells keeping,
Till Nature at a stand,
From talk they fell to sleeping,
Holding each other's Hand, and ------
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ON A LADY THAT DID NOT LOVE APPLES
Happy our Race; and blessed all Mankind,
Had but Eve's Palate been, like yours, refin'd,
Nor meanly stoop'd, while in her natures Pride,
To taste the poorest Fruit, that Heav'n deny'd.
But nought tempts Woman, more than a Restraint,
Access deny, and strait on that they're bent;
And had your Coyness, in her place been found,
The Devil had strove in vain to give the Wound.
Tho' cast his Serpents Skin, to be more fair,
Tho' dress'd like Beau, and courted with an Air,
For where Man fails, the Devil must sure dispair:
In vain, he'd strove your Virgin Heart to Storm,
We'd all been sav'd, had you her part perform'd.
But since long time will not that change allow,
Be but a second Eve, and save us now.
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ON FRUITION
None, but a Muse in Love, can tell
The sweet tumultuous joys I feel,
When on Cælia's Breast I lye,
When I tremble, faint, and dye;
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Darting Tongues, and joyning Faces,
Panting, stretching, sweating, cooing,
All in the extasie, of doing.
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