Poems Lyrique Macaronique Heroique | ||
SONG LXXI. A Mock.
[To Love thee, without flattery, were a Sin]
1.
To Love thee, without flattery, were a Sin,Since thou art, all Inconstancy, within;
My heart, is only govern'd by mine Eyes,
The newest object, is the greatest prize:
Then Love me just, as I Love thee
Untill a fairer, I can see.
To Love thee, and to Flatter, were a Sin,
Since thou hast, ever to me, constant been
My heart and eyes, are govern'd by thy will,
The principle is shee, I'le stick to't still:
Then Love me just, and Love no more,
But just, as I Lov'd thee before.
2.
My heart, is now at liberty, and canKnow all that's fair, as you know, all that's man
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Since that, I know, thine Appetite to change:
Then Love me, just, as I Love thee,
Untill a fairer I can see.
My heart, is only yours, and can find,
By knowing thee, all that is Woman kind!
Then why should you (or any) think it strang
That I should like my choice too wel to change
But Love me, just and Love no more,
Variety I do abhore.
3.
I hate this constant doteing, on a Face,Content ne're dwelt a week in any place;
Then why should you, or I Love one another
Longer, then we, can be content together?
Then Love me, just as I Love thee
Vntill a fairer I can see.
I like a reall fondness, every where,
Where true Love dwels, content, last all the year:
Then let us like, and Love and live together
Since, if a part, there's no content in either:
Do thou Love me, and thou shalt be,
The only fair and fairest she.
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