Poems (Philips)/To Celimena

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To Celimena.

Forbear fond Heart (say I) torment no more That Celimena whom thou dost adore; For since so many of her Chains are proud, How canst thou be distinguish'd in the Crowd: But say, bold Trifler, what dost thou pretend? Wou'dst thou depose thy Saint into thy Friend? Equality in Friendship is requir'd, Which here were criminal to be desir'd.

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