Aphra Behn

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CY in love I’ll prize,  And be to beauty true:
And doat on all the lovely eyes,  That are but fair and new
On Cloris’ charms to day I’ll feed,          To-morrow Daphne move;

OW strongly does my passion flow,
Divided equally ’twixt two
Damon had ne’er subdued my heart,
Had not Alexis took his part;

Mourn,
Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore,
The Young, the Noble Strephon is no more
Yes, yes, he fled quick as departing Light,

Oh love
that stronger art than Wine,
Pleasing Delusion,
Witchery divine,

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One Day the Amarous Lisander,
By an impatient Passion sway'd,
Surpris'd fair Cloris, that lov'd Maid,

How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering
I, who by Toils of Sickness, am become Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb
While every soft, and every tender Strain Is ruffl'd, and ill-natur'd grown with P...

SE, cease,
Aminta, to complain,  Thy languishments give o’er,
Why should’st thou sigh because the swain  Another does adore
Those charms, fond maid, that vanquish’d thee,          Have many a conquest won,

This Little,
Silent,
Gloomy Monument, Contains all that was sweet and innocent ; The softest pratler that e'er found a Tongue, His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song ; Which now each List'ning Angel smiling hears, Such pretty Harmonie...

Oh love
that stronger art than Wine,
Pleasing Delusion,
Witchery divine,

While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought,
To give a loose to Melancholy Thought;
Opprest, and sighing with the Heavy Weight Of an Unhappy dear Lov'd Monarch's Fate;
A lone retreat, on Thames's Brink she found,

Love in Fantastique Triumph satt,
Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd,
For whom Fresh pains he did create,
And strange Tryanic power he show'd;

Love in fantastic triumph sate Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow’d,
For whom fresh pains he did create And strange tyrannic power he show’d:
From thy bright eyes he took his fires, Which round about in sport he hurl’d;
But ’twa...