Tudor and Stuart Love Songs — William Congreve

SABINA WAKES.

See, see, she wakes!

Sabina wakes!

And now the sun begins to rise;

Less glorious is the morn that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes.

With light united, day they give, But different fates ere night fulfil;

How many by his warmth will live!

How many will her coldness kill!

William Congreve.

FALSE!

OR INCONSTANCY.

False though she be to me and love, I'll ne'er pursue revenge;

For still the charmer I approve, Though I deplore her change.

In hours of bliss we oft have met, They could not always last;

And though the present I regret, I'm grateful for the past.

William Congreve.

LOVE AND HATE.