A New collections of songs and poems by Thomas D'Urfey ...
D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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A Song to Astrea.

YOU say I am false, and I freely confess,
Had you bin less Charming my flame had bin less;
But Love, cruel Tyrant, my pain to renew,
Though I'me fickle to most, makes me constant to you.
I play like a fly with the beams of your Eye,
And buzzing around it at last there I dye;
Sometimes brave my fate and break your strong Chain,
But one pretty glance takes me Prisoner agen.
Then never believe that Astrea can find
Her Celladon faithless if she be but kind,
For my heart like a Taper this quality gains,
That whilst it has matter gives luster and flames.