Else Celidon, though favour’d, dies
As well as him that you despise,
Though with this diff’rent measure:
| While lingring Pains drag on his Fate, Dispatch is all th’ Advantage of my State; For ah! you hill with Love, as well as Hate. |
II.
Abate thy Luxury of Charms,
And only Part discover;
Your Tongue, as well as Eyes, [has] Arms
To give a Thousand fatal Harms
To the poor listening Lover: