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1 WHEREVER I am, and whatever I doe, | |
| My Phillis is still in my mind: | |
| When angry I mean not to Phillis to goe, | |
| My Feet of themselves the way find: | |
| Unknown to my self I am just at her door, | 5 |
| And when I would raile, I can bring out no more, | |
| Than Phillis too fair and unkind! | |
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2 When Phillis I see, my Heart bounds in my Breast, | |
| And the Love I wou’d stifle is shown: | |
| But asleep, or awake, I am never at Rest | 10 |
| When from my Eyes Phillis is gone! | |
| Sometimes a sad Dream does delude my sad mind, | |
| But, alas, when I wake and no Phillis I find | |
| How I sigh to my self all alone. | |
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3 Should a King be my Rival in her I adore | 15 |
| He should offer his Treasure in vain: | |
| O let me alone to be happy and poor, | |
| And give me my Phillis again: | |
| Let Phillis be mine, and but ever be kind | |
| I could to a Desart with her be confin’d, | 20 |
| And envy no Monarch his Raign. | |
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4 Alas, I discover too much of my Love, | |
| And she too well knows her own power! | |
| She makes me each day a new Martydom prove, | |
| And makes me grow jealous each hour: | 25 |
| But let her each minute torment my poor mind | |
| I had rather love Phillis both False and Unkind, | |
| Than ever be freed from her Pow’r. | |
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