Celia

When first I sought fair Celia's love, And every charm was new, I swore by all the gods above To be forever true.

But long in vain did I adore, Long wept and figh'd in vain; She still protested, vow'd and swore She ne'er would ease my pain.

At last o'ercame, she made me blest, And yielded all her charms; And I forsook her when possess'd, And fled to others arms.

But let not this, dear Celia, now Thy breast to rage incline: For why, since you forgot your vow, Should I remember mine?