Poems and Songs by Thomas Flatman. The Fourth Edition with many Additions and Amendments |
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The Incredulous.
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The Incredulous.
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I'le ne're believe for Strephon's sakeThat Love, (what e'r its fond pretences be)
Is not a slave to mutability.
The Moon and that alike of change partake:
Tears are weak, and cannot bind,
Vows, alas! but empty wind:
The greatest Art that Nature gave
To th' Amorous Hypocrite to make him kind,
Long e're he dies will take its leave.
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Strephon's tears, and heard his mone,
How pale his Cheek, how dim his Eye,
As if with Chloris he resolv'd to dye;
And when her spotless Soul was fled
Heard his amazing praises of the Dead;
Yet in a very little time address
His flame t' another Shepherdess,
In a few days giving his Love the Lye,
You'd be as great an Infidel as I.
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