PHILLIS is my only Joy,
Faithless as the Wind or Seas;
Soemtimes coming, sometimes coy,
Yet she never fails to please;
If with a Frown 5 I am cast down,
Makes me happier than before.
Tho' alas, too late I find, 10 Nothing can her Fancy fix;
Yet the Moment she is kind,
I forgive her all her Tricks;
Which, tho' I see,
I can't get free; 15 She deceiving,
What need Lovers wish for me?
IF SHE be not as kind as fair,
But peevish and unhandy,
Leave her, she's only worth the Care
Of some spruce Jack-a-dany
I wou'd not have thee such an Ass, 5 Hadst thou ne'res so much leisure,
To sign and whine for sucha a Lass
Whose Pride's above her Pleasure.