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John Dryden (1631–1700).  The Poems of John Dryden.  1913.
Songs from the Plays
“Celimena, of my heart,” from An Evening’s Love
Damon.  Celimena, of my heart
      None shall e’re bereave you:
      If with your good leave I may
      Quarrel with you once a day
      I will never leave you.        5
Celimena.  Passion’s but an empty name
      Where respect is wanting:
      Damon, you mistake your aim;
      Hang your Heart and burn your Flame,
      If you must be ranting.        10
Damon.  Love as dull and muddy is,
      As decaying Liquor:
      Anger sets it on the Lees,
      And refines it by degrees,
      Till it works it quicker. 1        15
Celimena.  Love by Quarrels to beget
      Wisely you endeavour;
      With a grave Physitian’s wit,
      Who to cure an Ague fit
      Put me in a Feavor.        20
Damon.  Anger rouzes Love to fight,
      And his only bait is,
      ’Tis the spurre to dull delight,
      And is but an eager Bite,
      When desire at height is.        25
Celimena.  If such drops of heat can fall
      In our wooing weather
      If such drops of heat can fall
      We shall have the Devil and all
      When we come together.        30
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