TO CELIA - Sir Charles Sedley Poems


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  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 ador'd
      In thy dear self I find;
For the whole sex can but afford
      The handsome and the kind.

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