I. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVI. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
III. |
I. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
I. |
I. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
V. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
The Poet to his false Mistress.
|
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
VI. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
VI. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
I. |
II. |
I. |
II. |
A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||
The Poet to his false Mistress.
By the same.
Wonder not, faithless woman, if you see,Yourself so chang'd, so great a change in me.
With shame I own it, I was once your slave,
Ador'd myself the beauties which I gave;
For know, deceiv'd deceitful, that 'twas I
Gave thy form grace, and lustre to thine eye:
Thy tongue, thy fingers I their magic taught,
And spread the net in which myself was caught.
257
Then prostrate fall before the senseless God.
But now, curst woman, thy last sentence hear:
I call'd thy beauty forth, I bid it disappear.
I'll strip thee of thy borrow'd plumes; undress,
And shew thee in thy native ugliness.
Those eyes have shone by me, by me that chin
The seat of wanton Cupids long has been:
Ye fires, go out—ye wanton Cupids, fly—
Of ev'ry beam disarm her haggard eye:
'Tis I recall ye; my known voice obey—
And nought of beauty but the falshood stay.
A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||