|
|
|
|
 | Earl of Rochester |
A S O N G.
I.
Phillis, be gentler, I advise;
Make up for Time mis-spent,
When Beauty on its Death-bed lyes,
'Tis high time to repent.
II.
Such is the Malice of your Fate,
That makes you old so soon;
Your Pleasure ever comes too late,
How early e'er begun.
III.
Think what a wretched Thing is she,
Whose Stars contrive, in spight,
The Morning of her Love should be
Her fading Beauty's Night.
IV.
Then if, to make your Ruin more,
You'll peevishly be coy,
Die with the Scandal of a Whore,
And never know the Joy.
|
Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of. The Works of John Earl of Rochester.
London: Jacob Tonson, 1714. 8-9.
Site copyright ©1996-2012 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved.
Page created by Anniina Jokinen on September 22, 2012.
|
|
|
Earl of Rochester
