Ah! Fools (said I) what have I done, 15 To wish her made for more than One?
But long she had not been in view,
Before her Eyes their Beams withdrew:
E'er I had reckon'd half her Charms,
She sunk into another's Arms. 20 But she that once cou'd faithless be,
Will favour him no more than me:
He too, will find he is undone,
And that she was not made for One.
GRAVE Fops my Envy now beget,
Who did my Pity move;
They by the right of wanting Wit,
Are free from Cares of Love.
Turks honour Fools, because they are 5 By that Defect secure
From Slavery and Toils of War,
Which all the rest endure.
So I, who suffer cold Neglect
And Wounds from Celia's Eyes, 10 Begin extremely to respect
These Fools that seem so wise.
'Tis true, they fondly set their Hearts
On things of no Delight;
To pass all Day for Men of Parts, 15 They pass alone the Night:
But Celia never breaks their Rest;
Such Servants she disdains;
And so the Fops are dully blest,
While I endure her Chains. 20