The Temple of Death, Art of Poetry, Duel of the Stags, etc (1695)/To Celia ("Though, Phillis, your prevailing Charms")

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By a Person of HONOUR.*

Though, Phillis, your prevailing CharmsHave forc'd me from my Celia's Arms,That kind defence against all Powers,But those resistless Eyes of yours:Think not your Conquest to maintain,By Rigour and unjust disdain.In vain, fair Nymph, in vain you strive,For Love does seldom Hope survive.My Heart may Languish for a time,Whilst all your Glories in their prime,Can justifie such Cruelty,By the same force that Conquer'd me.When Age shall come, at whose commandThose Troops of Beauties must disband;A Tyrant's strength once took away,What Slave so dull as to Obey?
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