html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }If I my Celia cou'd perswade
To see those Wounds her Eyes have made,
And hear, whilst I that Passion tell,
Which, like her self, does so excel,
How soon we might be freed from Care!
She need not fear, nor I despair.
Such Beauty does the Nymph protect,
That all approach her with respect;
And can I offer Violence
Where Love does joyn in her defence?
This Guard might all her Fears disperse,
Did she with Savages Converse.
Then my Celia wou'd surprize
With what's produc'd by her own Eyes;
Those matchless Flames which they inspire
In her own Breast, shou'd raise a fire
For Love, but with more subtil Art,
As well as Beauty charms the Heart.