Ayres and dialogues For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol |
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On Celia.
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On Celia.
[I]
Were Celia but as chaste as fair,How could I kiss the snare,
And never be
Weary of my Captivitie!
But she's a Whore that cools my blood;
Oh that she were less handsome, or more good.
II
Would you believe that there can restDeceit within that Breast,
Or that those Eyes
Which look like friends are onely spies:
But she's a Whore; yet sure I lie.
May not their be, degrees of Chastitie.
III
No, no, what means that wanton smile,But onely to beguile;
Thus did the first
Of Women make all men accurst;
I for their sakes give Women o're,
The first was false, the fairest was a Whore.
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