Bathurst, a name the learn'd with reverence know, Whose age enjoys but what his youth deserved, In yours, as dwelt in the first Grecian breasts, As, had there been no laws, we need not fear, SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. 1639-1701. In an age of wit, courtesy, and vice, Sedley was pre-eminent for debauchery, politeness, and talents; he had his reward, or his punishment in seeing his daughter promoted to the rank of a Royal Concubine, and her evenged himself by actively contributing to the Revolution, saying with bitter pleasantry, that he "hated ingratitude, and as the King had made his daughter a Countess, he would in return labour to make the King's daughter a Queen." His Poems and Plays were collected in two small volumes. 1719. Answer to Celia. THYRSIS, I wish as well as you, And rest contented, since that I Learn then of me bravely to bear The want of what you hold most dear; And that which honour does in me, Let my example work on thee. To Celia. As in those nations where they yet adore This difference only beauties realm may boast, What tyrant yet, but thee, was ever known SONG. When Amelia first became The mistress of his heart, So mild and gentle was her reign, Reserves and care he laid aside, And gave his love the reins; The headlong course he now must bide, No other way remains. At first her cruelty he fear'd, But that being overcome, No second for a while appear'd, And he thought all his own. He call'd himself a happier man Her favours still his hopes out-ran, What mortal can have more? Love smiled at first, then looking grave, Said, Thyrsis, Leave to boast; More joy than all her kindness gave, Her fickleness will cost. He spoke; and from that fatal time, Appear'd unwelcome, or a crime, To the ungrateful maid. Then he despairing of her heart, Would fain have had his own, Love answered, such a nymph could part, With nothing she had won. SONG. AURELIA, art thou mad And censure them in thee. |