 | The poems of John Wilmot: Earl of Rochester |  |
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To Corinna.
A SONG.
1
What Cruel pains Corinna takes,To force that harmless frown:
When not one Charm her Face forsakes,
Love cannot lose his own.
2
So sweet a Face, so soft a Heart,Such Eyes so very kind,
Betray, alas! the silly Art
Virtue had ill design'd.
3
Poor feeble Tyrant! who in vainWould proudly take upon her,
Against kind Nature to maintain
Affected Rules of Honour.
4
The Scorn she bears so helpless proves,When I plead Passion to her,
That much she fears, (but more she loves,)
Her Vassal should undo her.
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