html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }Tell me no more you Love; in vain,
Fair Celia, You this Passion feign;
Can they pretend to Love, who do
Refuse what Love perswades them to?
Who once has felt his Active Flame,
Dull Laws of Honour will disdain;
You wou'd be thought his Slave, and yet
You will not to his Pow'r submit.
More Cruel then those Beauties are,
Whose Coyness wounds us to despair;
For all the kindness which you shew,
Each Smile and Kiss which you bestow,
Are like those Cordials which we give
To Dying Men, to make them Live,
And Languish out an Hour in pain;
Be Kinder, Celia, or Disdain.