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XIII.
To Phillis.
Phillis, though thy powerfull charmes,
Have foret me from my Celias armes,
That sure defence against all powers,
But those resistles eyes of yours;
Think not your conquest to maintaine,
By rigor, or uniust disdaine;
In vaine, faire nimph, in vaine you strive,
Since love doth seidome hope survive.
Have foret me from my Celias armes,
That sure defence against all powers,
But those resistles eyes of yours;
Think not your conquest to maintaine,
By rigor, or uniust disdaine;
In vaine, faire nimph, in vaine you strive,
Since love doth seidome hope survive.
Although I languish for a time,
Whilst all your glories in their prime
Doe iustifie your crueltie,
By that same force that conquered me;
Yet age will come, at whose command,
Those troups of beauties must disband:
A tirants strength once tooke away,
What slave so dull as to obay?
Whilst all your glories in their prime
Doe iustifie your crueltie,
By that same force that conquered me;
Yet age will come, at whose command,
Those troups of beauties must disband:
A tirants strength once tooke away,
What slave so dull as to obay?
