A SONG.
I.
IT grieves me, Celia, when I think,
That all those Glories of thy Face
Must into Ruins sink,
And ne're Return into their ancient Place.
Poems upon several occasions by Benj. Hawkshaw ...
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- Poems upon several occasions by Benj. Hawkshaw ...
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- Hawkshaw, Benjamin, d. 1738.
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- London :: Printed by J. Heptinstall, for Henry Dickenson,
- 1693.
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"Poems upon several occasions by Benj. Hawkshaw ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A43104.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.
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Page 142
II.
The Lilies have more Springs than one,
They rise and perish every Year,
But when thy Beauty's gone,
Alas it never will again appear.
III.
All pluck the Roses whilst they may,
For if some ruder Breath of Wind,
Should kiss their Life away,
They leave no Tokens of their Place behind.
IV.
'Tis Time then, Celia, to improve,
Because your Life's more short than theirs
To taste the Joys of Love,
And with an Hour's Bliss to poize an Ages Cares.