Tixall Poetry/Philander and Phillis
LIX.
Philander and Phillis.
O cruel bloody fate!What canst thou now doe more? Alas! 'tis now too late,Philander to restore.Why should the heavenly powers perswade Poore mortals to believe, That they guard us here, Are rewarders there, And all our joys deceive.
A poniard then she tooke, And held it in her hand, And with with a dying looke, Said, thus I fate command. Philander, O my love 1 I come To meet thy shade below, I come, she cried, With a wound soe wide, I need no second blow.
In purple waves her blood, Ran streaming downe the floor, Unmov'd she stood, to see her blood, And blest her dying houre. Philander, O Philander, still The bleeding Phillis cried; She wept a while, Then forc'd a smile, She clos'd her eies, and died.