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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Philaster</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go perjur'd Youth and court what Nymph you please, <br> Your Passion now is but a dull disease;<br> With worn-out Sighs deceive some list'ning Ear,<br> Who longs to know how 'tis and what Men swear;<br> She'll think they're new from you; 'cause so to her.<br> Poor cousin'd Fool, she ne'er can know the Charms<br> Of being first encircled in thy Arms,<br> When all Love's Joys were innocent and gay,<br> As fresh and blooming as the new-born day.<br> Your Charms did then with native Sweetness flow;<br> The forc'd-kind Complaisance you now bestow,<br> Is but a false agreeable Design,<br> But you had Innocence when you were mine,<br> And all your Words, and Smiles, and Looks divine.<br> How proud, methinks, thy Mistress does appear<br> In sully'd Clothes, which I'd no longer wear ;<br> Her Bosom too with wither'd Flowers drest,<br> Which lost their Sweets in my first chosen Breast ;<br> Perjur'd imposing Youth, cheat who you will,<br> Supply defect of Truth with amorous Skill :<br> Yet thy Address must needs insipid be,<br> For the first Ardour of thy Soul was all possess'd by me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sarah+Fyge">Sarah Fyge</a><div class=q>
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 Your Passion now is but a dull disease;
 With worn-out Sighs deceive some list'ning Ear,
 Who longs to know how 'tis and what Men swear;
 She'll think they're new from you; 'cause so to her.
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