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...

Love still has something of the sea,
  From whence his Mother rose;
No time his slaves from love can free,
  Nor give their thoughts repose.

They are becalmed in clearest days,
  And in rough weather tost;
They wither under cold delays,...