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