Tixall Poetry/To Phillis ("Oh, Phillis, would the Gods decree…")

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XVII.

To Phillis.

 

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Oh, Phillis, would the Gods decree
 That you should love, and none but me,
Ide quit what ere I lov'd before,
 And nere importune heaven more;

Heaven above my hopes 'twould be,
 To be belovd againe by thee.

But should my Phillis cruell prove,
 And with disdaine receive my love;
Though all my hopes were then in vaine,
 Ide looke on you, and hope againe:
And, martir like, charm'd with your cause,
 Glory to suffer by your lawes.

Though some by change procure ther peace,
 My life before my love shall cease;
My love's immortall as my soule,
 Which fate by death cannot controule;
For should my Phillis cruel prove,
 Ide die to live and love above.