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Caelia weeping. A Dialogue.
Lover.
SAy gentle God of Love, in Caelia's Brest,
Can Joy and Grief together rest?
Love.
No; for those differing Passions are,
Nor in one Heart at once can share.
Lover.
Why grieves hers then at once, and joyes,
Whilst it anothers Heart destroyes?
Love.
Mistaken Man! that Grief she showes,
Is but what martyr'd Hearts disclose
Which in her Breast tormented lye,
And Life can neither hope, nor dy.
Lover.
And yet a showre of Pearly Rain
Does her soft Cheeks fair Roses stain.
Love.
Alas! those Tears you hers surmise,
Are the sad Tribute of poor Lovers Eyes.
Chorus.
Lover & Love.
What reall then in VVomen can be known!
When nor their Joys, nor Sorrows are their own?