Sir Charles Sedley
English wit and dramatist, was born about 1639, and was the son of Sir John Sedley of Aylesford in Kent. He was educated at Wadham College, Oxford, but left without taking a degree.
He was member of parliament for New Romney in Kent, and took an active and useful part in politics.
Sedley is famous as a patron of literature in the Restoration period. Famous for his wit, he was a member of the intimate circle of young rakes at the court of Charles II.
As a writer, he gained a deserved reputation alike for the clearness and ease of his prose and for a certain poetic gift, more appreciable in his occasional lyrics than in the serious parts of his dramas.
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Sir Charles Sedley Poems
Phyllis Is My Only Joy
Phyllis is my only joy, Faithless as the winds or seas; Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please;
Cloris, I cannot say your eyes Did my unwary heart surprise; Nor will I swear it was your face, Your shape, or any nameless grace:
Child and Maiden
Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit As unconcern'd as when Your infant beauty could beget
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.
Love still has something of the sea
Love still has something of the sea, From whence his Mother rose; No time his slaves from doubt can free, Nor give their thoughts repose.
O'er the Desert, cross the Meadows, Hunters blew the merry Horn ; Phoebus chas'd the flying Shadows : Eccho, she reply'd, in Scorn ;
The Knotting Song
"Hears not my Phyllis how the birds Their feathered mates salute? They tell their passion in their words: Must I alone be mute?"
AH, Chloris! that I now could sit As unconcern'd as when Your infant beauty could beget No pleasure, nor no pain!
Ah, Chloris, that I now could sit As unconcerned as when Your infant beauty could beget No pleasure, nor no pain.
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Phyllis Is My Only Joy
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,
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;
What need lovers wish for more?