To Celia

Though, Phillis, your prevailing Charms Have forc'd me from my Celias Arms, That kind defence against all Powers, But those resistless Eyes of yours: Think not your Conquest to maintain, By Rigour and unjust disdain. In vain, fair Nymph, in vain you strive, For Love does seldom Hope survive. My Heart may Languish for a time, Whilst all your Glories in their prime, Can justifie such Cruelty, By the same force that Conquer'd me. When Age shall come, at whose command Those Troops of Beauties must disband; A Tyrant's strength once took away, What Slave so dull as to Obey?