Sir Charles Sedley

(1639 - 1701 / England)

Phyllis Is My Only Joy - Poem by Sir Charles Sedley

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Phyllis is my only joy,
Faithless as the winds or seas;
Sometimes coming, sometimes coy,
Yet she never fails to please;
If with a frown
I am cast down,
Phyllis smiling,
And beguiling,
Makes me happier than before.

Though, alas! too late I find
Nothing can her fancy fix,
Yet the moment she is kind
I forgive her all her tricks;
Which, though I see,
I can't get free;
She deceiving,
I believing;
What need lovers wish for more?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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