Female Poems On Several Occasions | ||
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[Phillis, be gentler I advise]
Phillis
, be gentler I advise,
Make up for Time ill spent:
When Beauty on its Death-bed lies,
'Tis high time to repent.
Make up for Time ill spent:
When Beauty on its Death-bed lies,
'Tis high time to repent.
Such is the Malice of your Fate,
That makes you old so soon;
Your Pleasure ever comes too late,
How early e'er begun.
That makes you old so soon;
Your Pleasure ever comes too late,
How early e'er begun.
Think what a wretched thing is she,
Whose Stars contrive in spight,
The Morning of her Love should be
Her fading Beauty's Night.
Whose Stars contrive in spight,
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Her fading Beauty's Night.
Then if to make your ruine more,
You'll peevishly be coy,
Die with the scandal of a Miss,
And never know the Joy.
You'll peevishly be coy,
Die with the scandal of a Miss,
And never know the Joy.
Female Poems On Several Occasions | ||