Tixall Poetry/The Vicissitudes of Love
VII.
The Vicissitudes of Love.
How bonny and briske, how pleasant and sweet,Were Jenny and I, whilst my passion was strong; Soe eagerly each others flame we did meet,That a minutes delay then appear'd to be long: The vowes that I made she seal'd with a kisse,Till my soule I had lost in a rapture of blisse.
I vow'd, and I thought I could ever have lov'd,Where beauty and kindnesse together I found; Soe sweetly she lookt, and soe gracefully mov'd,That I fancyed my strength with my ioyes to abound:For the pleasure I gave she did dubly requite,By finding out ever new waies to delight.
Att last, when enioyment had put out my fire,My strength was decay'd, and my passion was done; Soe pall'd was my fancy, soe tame my desire,That I from my nimph very faine would have gone:Ah I Jenny, said I, we adore thee in vaine,For beauty enioy'd doth but turne to disdaine.