Charles Sedley


To Celia - Poem by Charles Sedley

Not, Celia, that I juster am,
Or better than the rest;
For I would change each hour like them
Were not my heart at rest.

But I am tied to very thee,
By every thought I have;
Thy face I only care to see,
Thy heart I only crave.

All that in woman is ador'd
In thy dear self I find;
For the whole sex can but afford
The handsome and the kind.

Why then should I seek farther store
And still make love anew?
When change itself can give no more,
'Tis easy to be true.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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