The Temple of Death, Art of Poetry, Duel of the Stags, etc (1695)/The Forsaken Mistress

THE

Forsaken Mistress.

By the same Author.

DIALOGUE.

Phil.Tell me, gentle Strephon, why
You from my Embraces fly?
Does my Love thy Love destroy?
Tell me, I will yet be coy.

Stay, O stay, and I will feign
(Though I break my Heart) disdain;
But lest I too unkind appear,
For ev'ry Frown I'll shed a Tear.

And if in vain, I court thy Love,
Let mine, at least, thy pity move:
Ah while I scorn, vouchsafe to woo,
Methinks you may dissemble too.

Streph. Ah Phillis, that you wou'd contrive
A way to keep my Love alive,
But all your other Charms must fail,
When Kindness ceases to prevail.
Alas! No less than you, I grieve,
My dying flame has no reprieve,
For I can never hope to find,
Shou'd all the Nymphs, I Court, be kind,
One Beauty able to renew
Those Pleasures I enjoy in you,
When Love and Youth did both conspire
To fill our Breasts and Veins with fire.

'Tis true, some other Nymph may gain
That Heart which merits your Disdain,
But second Love has still allay,
The Joys grow aged, and decay.
Then blame me not for losing more
Than Love and Beauty can restore:
And let this truth thy comfort prove,
I wou'd, but can no longer Love.