“Phillis is my only joy”

Phillis is my only joy Faithless as the wind or seas; Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please. If with a frown I am cast down, Phillis, 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?

Collection: 
1659
Sub Title: 
I. Admiration

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