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��JOHN WILMOT, EARL OF ROCHESTER

426 Constancy CANNOT change as others do, Though you unjustly scorn;

Since that poor swam that sighs for you

For you alone was born. No, Phillis, no; your heart to move

A surer way I'll try; And, to revenge my slighted love,

Will still love on and die.

When kilPd with grief Amyntas lies,

And you to mind shall call The sighs that now unpitied ribe,

The tears that vainly fall That welcome hour, that ends this smart,

Will then begin your pain, For such a faithful tender heart

Can never break in vain.

427 To His Mistress *

WHY dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Docs that eclipsing hand of thine deny The sunshine of the Sun's enlivening cye ?

Without thy light what light remains in me? Thou art my life, my way, my light J s in thee, I live, I move, and by thy beams 1 see.

Thou art my life if thou but turn away My life 's a thousand deaths. Thou art my way Without thee, Love, I travel /not but stray. 1 Pilfered from Francis Quarles, and improved.

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