SONG. 1.
WHen sable night had conquer'd day,
And Beauteous Cynthia rose,
As I in tears reflecting lay
On Cloe's faithless vows.
The God of Love appear'd to me
To heal my wounded heart,
The Influencing Deity
With pleasure arm'd each Dart.
Poems upon several occasions with a voyage to the island of love : also The lover in fashion, being an account from Lydicus to Lysander of his voyage from the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn ; to which is added a miscellany of new poems and songs, by several hands.
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- Poems upon several occasions with a voyage to the island of love : also The lover in fashion, being an account from Lydicus to Lysander of his voyage from the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn ; to which is added a miscellany of new poems and songs, by several hands.
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- Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
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- 1697.
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Page 155
Fond man, said he, here end thy wo,
Till she my power and Justice know,
The foolish Sex shall all do so.
2.
And for thy ease, believe no bliss
Is perfect without pain,
The fairest Summer hurtful is
Without some showrs of Rain.
The Joys of Heaven who wou'd prise
If men too cheaply bought,
The dearest part of mortal Joys
Most charming is when sought.
And thô with dross true Love they pay,
Those that know finest metals say,
No Gold will coyn without allay.
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3.
But that the generous Lover may
Not always sigh in vain,
The cruel Nymph that kills to day
To morrow shall be slain.
The little God no sooner spoke,
But from my sight he flew,
And I that groan'd with Cloe's yoak,
Found Loves revenge was true.
Her proud hard heart too late did turn;
With fiercer flames than mine did burn;
While I as much began to scorn.