Letters and poems, amorous and gallant
Walsh, William, 1663-1708.
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To Caelia, upon some Alterations in her Face.

AH, Caelia! where are now the Charms,
That did such wondrous Passions move?
Time, cruel Time, those Eyes disarms,
And blunts the feeble Darts of Love.
What Malice does the Tyrant bear
To Womens Int'rest, and to ours?
Beauties in which the Publick share,
The greedy Villain first devours.
Who, without Tears, can see a Prince,
That Trains of fawning Courtiers had,
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Abandon'd, left without defence?
Nor is thy hapless Fate less sad.
Thou who so many Fools hast known,
And all the Fools would hardly do,
Shou'dst now confine thy self to one!
And he, alas! a Husband too.
See the ungrateful Slaves how fast
They from thy setting Glories run;
And in what mighty Crowds they haste,
To worship Flavia's rising Sun!
In vain are all the practis'd Wiles,
In vain those Eyes wou'd Love impart;
Not all th' Advances, all the Smiles,
Can move one unrelenting Heart.
While Flavia, charming Flavia still,
By Cruelty, her Cause maintains;
And scarce vouchsafes a careless Smile
To the poor Slaves that wear her Chains.
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Well, Caelia, let them waste their Tears,
But sure they will in time repine,
That thou hast not a Face like hers,
Or she has not a Heart like thine.
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