Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; Phyllis continued still unkind: Then you may e'en despair, he said,
Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; Phyllis continued still unkind: Then you may e'en despair, he said,
All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams given o'er,
By all love's soft, yet mighty powers, It is a thing unfit, That men should fuck in time of flowers,
I cannot change as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you
Here lies a great and mighty King, Whose promise none relied on; He never said a foolish thing,
Give me leave to rail at you, I ask nothing but my due: To call you false, and then to say
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you,
All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er,
My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me, When with love's resistless art,
Deare Friend. I heare this Towne does soe abound, With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found,
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you,
An age in her embraces passed Would seem a winter's day; When life and light, with envious haste,
I could love thee till I die, Would'st thou love me modestly, And ne'er press, whilst I live,