Poem by Charles Sedley

To Celia

NOT, Celia, that I juster am
   Or better than the rest!
For I would change each hour, like them,
   Were not my heart at rest.

But I am tied to very thee
   By every thought I have;
Thy face I only care to see,
   Thy heart I only crave.

All that in woman is adored
   In thy dear self I find--
For the whole sex can but afford
   The handsome and the kind.

Why then should I seek further store,
   And still make love anew?
When change itself can give no more,
   'Tis easy to be true! 

1. The Knotting Song
2. Phyllis Is My Only Joy
3. To Chloris
4. Love Still Has Something Of The Sea
5. Song A-La-Mode

Ben Jonson To Celia ("Drink to me only with thine eyes")

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