The poetical and dramatic works of Sir Charles Sedley Collected and Edited from the Old Editions: With a preface on the text, explanatory and textual notes, an appendix containing works of doubtful authenticity, and a bibliography: By V. de Sola Pinto |
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ORINDA TO CLORIS
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VII
ORINDA TO CLORIS
Cloris, you live ador'd by all,
And yet on none your Favours fall.
A stranger Mistress ne're was known;
You pay 'em all in paying none.
We him of Avarice accuse,
Who what he has forbears to use;
But what Disease of Mind shall I
Call this, thy hated Penury?
Thou wilt not give out of a Store,
Which no Profuseness can make poor.
Misers, when dead, they make amends,
And in their Wills enrich their Friends;
But when thou dy'st, thy Treasure dies,
And thou canst leave no Legacies.
What Madness is it then to spare,
When we want Power to make an Heir?
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Of thy great Beauty; and since Fate,
To Love and Youth, is so severe,
Enjoy 'm freely while th' art here.
Some Caution yet I'd have thee use,
When e're thou dost a Servant chuse:
Men are not all for Lovers fit,
No more than Arms, or Arts of Wit:
For Wisdom some respected are,
Some we see poweful at the Bar;
Some for Preferment waste their Time,
And the steep Hill of Honour climb.
Others of Love their Business make,
In Love their whole Diversion take.
Take one of those; for in one Breast
Two Passions live but ill at rest:
Be wise, and with Discretion fly
All that take Flame at every Eye.
All sorts with powder'd Coat and Hair;
All that dare more than think thee Fair,
Take one of Love who nothing says,
And yet whom every Word betrays;
Love in the Cradle pretty'st shews.
And when't can speak, unruly grows.
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