Loves Constancy.
No more shall Meads be deckt with flowers
No more shall Meads be deckt with flowers, nor Sweetness live in Rosie Bowers;
nor greenest Buds on Branches spring, nor warbling Birds delight to sing; nor April Violets
paint the Grove, when once I leave my Cælia's Love, when once I leave my Cælia's Love.
THE Fish shall in the Ocean burn, and Fountains sweet shall bitter turn; the humble Vail no
Floods shall know, when Floods shall highest Hills ore-flow: Black Læthe shall Oblivion leave,
before my Cælia I deceive, before my Cælia I deceive. LOVE shall his Bow and Shafts lay by,
and
Venus Doves want wings to fly: The Sun refuse to show his Light, and Day shall then be turn'd to
Night; and in that Night no Star appear, when ere I leave my
Cælia dear, when ere I leave my
Cælia dear.
LOVE shall no more inhabit Earth, nor Lovers more shall love for Worth; nor Joy above in Heaven
dwell, nor pain torment poor Souls in hell: Grim Death no more shall horrid prove; when ere I
leave bright
Cælia's Love, when ere I leave bright
Cælia's Love.
