Page 56
A Pastorall Dialogue. Celia. Cleon.
AS Celia rested in the shade
With Cleon by her side,
The Swain thus courted the young Maid,
And thus the Nymph repli'd
CL.
Sweet! let thy Captive fetrers wear
Made of thine arms, and hands;
Till such as thraldom scorn, of fear,
Envie those happy bands.
CE.
Then thus my willing arms I wind
About thee, and am so
Thy pris'ner; for my self I bind,
Vntill I let thee go.
CL.
Happy that slave, whom the fair foe
Tyes in so soft a chain,
CE.
Farre happier I, but that I know
Thou wilt break loose again,
CL.
By thy immortall beauties never,
CE.
Frail as thy love's thine oath.