Poems (Philips)/Song to the Tune of Adieu Phillis

by Katherine Philips

SONG. To the Tune of Adieu Phillis.

'TIS true, our Life is bur a long Disease,
Made up of real Pain and seeming Ease.
You Stars, who these entangled Fortunes give,
O tell me why
It is so hard to dye,
Yet such a Task to Live?
If with some Pleasure we our Griefs betray,
It costs us dearer than it can repay.
For Time or Fortune all Things so devours;
Our hopes are crost,
Or else the Object lost,
E'er we can call it ours.