The Temple of Death, Art of Poetry, Duel of the Stags, etc (1695)/Sylvia

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SYLVIA.

By the same Author.

The Nymph that undoes me, is Fair and Unkind,No less than a Wonder by Nature design'd;She's the Grief of my Heart, the Joy of my Eye,And the cause of a Flame that never can die.
Her Mouth, from whence Wit still obliging­ly flows,Has the Beautiful Blush, and the Smell of the Rose; ​Love and Destiny both attend on her Will,She wounds with a Look, with a Frown she can kill.
The Desperate Lover can hope no redress,Where Beauty and Rigour are both in excess;In Sylvia they meet, so unhappy am I,Who sees her must Love, and who Loves her must die.
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