Second
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Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me,
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.
R. Herrick
The very eyes of me,
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.
R. Herrick
xcvii
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for my constant heart,—
For those may fail, or turn to ill,
So thou and I shall sever:
Keep therefore a true woman’s eye.
And love me still, but know not why—
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever!
Anon.
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part,
No, nor for my constant heart,—
For those may fail, or turn to ill,
So thou and I shall sever:
Keep therefore a true woman’s eye.
And love me still, but know not why—
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever!
Anon.
xcviii
Not, Celia, that I juster am
Or better than the rest;
For I would change each hour, like them,
Were not my heart at rest.
Or better than the rest;
For I would change each hour, like them,
Were not my heart at rest.
But I am tied to very thee
By every thought I have;
Thy face I only care to see.
Thy heart I only crave.
By every thought I have;
Thy face I only care to see.
Thy heart I only crave.
All that in woman is adored
In thy dear self I find—
For the whole sex can but afford
The handsome and the kind.
In thy dear self I find—
For the whole sex can but afford
The handsome and the kind.
Why then should I seek further store,
And still make love anew?
When change itself can give no more,
’Tis easy to be true.
Sir C. Sedley
And still make love anew?
When change itself can give no more,
’Tis easy to be true.
Sir C. Sedley
