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And, where their love could not prevail, Take the vain liberty to rail.
Whoe'er would make his victor less,
Even that malice does betray,
He's still in torment, whom the rage
“ HEARS not my Phillis, how the birds
Their feather'd mates salute? “ They tell their passion in their words ;
“ Must I alone be mute ?"
Phillis, without frown or smile,
“ The god of love in thy bright eyes
" Does like a tyrant reign; “ But in thy heart a child he lies,
cc Without his dart or flame." Phillis, &c.
“ So many months in silence past,
“And yet in raging love, “ Might well deserve one word at last
“ My passion should approve." Phillis, &c.
“ Must then your faithful swain expire,
" And not one look obtain; " Which he, to sooth his fond desire,
“ Might pleasingly explain ?" Phillis, without frown or smile, Sat and knotted all the while.
Phillis is my only joy,
Faithless as the winds or seas ; Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please.
If with a frown
Though, alas ! too late I find
Nothing can her fancy fix;
Which though I see,
OUT OF LYCOPHRON.
What shall become of man so wise
When he dies?
None can tell
Or, after a few moments here,
And at last
But women, wine, and mirth, we know, Are all the joys he has below:
Let us then ply those joys we have;
Of time to come th' event,
Of what the knaves invent,
GEORGE DIGBY, EARL OF BRISTOL,
Born in Madrid, 1612: died, 1676. “ A singular person,
(says lord Orford) whose life was one contradiction. He wrote against popery, and embraced it: he was a zealous
opposer of the court, and a sacrifice for it: was con“ scientiously converted, in the midst of his prosecution of “ lord Strafford, and was most unconscientiously a prose“cutor of lord Clarendon. With great parts, he always “ hurt himself and his friends; with romantic bravery, “ he was always an unsuccessful commander. He spoke “ for the test-act though a Roman-catholic; and addicted “ himself to astrology on the birth-day of true philosophy.” For particulars of his life, and a catalogue of his writings,
vide Wood Ath. Vol. II. p. 579. This eccentric man composed a comedy called “ Elvira,"
from whence the following song is extracted. It was printed in 1667, and obtained his lordship a place in Suckling's “ Session of the Poets.”
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