Tixall Poetry/A Dialogue

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Tixall Poetry
edited by Arthur Clifford

A Dialogue by unknown author

To Phillis ("Phillis, though thy powerfull charmes…")

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4304058Tixall Poetry — A DialogueArthur Cliffordunknown author

XII.

A Dialogue.

Phillis.Preethee tell me, faithlesse swaine,Why didst thou such passion faine, On purpose to disceave me?I noe sooner lov'd againe, But you began to leave me.

Strephon.Phillis, we must blame our fate,Kindnes hath a certaine date;

But ere those ioyes we tasted,You in peevishnes, or state, The time had almost wasted.

Phillis.Twas my love did yours distroy,Strephon, had I still been coy, I know you then would prize me;Thinke you dreamt you did inioy, And then youll not dispise me.

Once againe your love persue,And I my scorne too will renew, But passion doth soe sway me;That could I my teares subdue, My sighs would soone betray me.

Strephon.Sigh nor weepe noe more in vaine,Nimph, your beauty soon will gaine A more deserving lover;Slaves that once have broke there chaine, You seidome can recover.