The Poems of Charles Sackville Sixth Earl of Dorset: Edited by Brice Harris |
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The Advice
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The Advice
Phyllis, for shame let us improve
A thousand several ways
These few short minutes stol'n by love
From many tedious days.
A thousand several ways
These few short minutes stol'n by love
From many tedious days.
Whilst you want courage to despise
The censure of the grave,
For all the tyrants in your eyes
Your heart is but a slave.
The censure of the grave,
For all the tyrants in your eyes
Your heart is but a slave.
My love is full of noble pride
And never will submit
To let that fop, discretion, ride
In triumph over it.
And never will submit
To let that fop, discretion, ride
In triumph over it.
False friends I have, as well as you,
Who daily counsel me
Fame and ambition to pursue,
And leave off loving thee.
Who daily counsel me
Fame and ambition to pursue,
And leave off loving thee.
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When I the least belief bestow
On what such fools advise,
May I be dull enough to grow
Most miserably wise.
On what such fools advise,
May I be dull enough to grow
Most miserably wise.
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