J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.
By Mary, Lady Chudleigh (16561710)Song: Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?
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The heart you beg ’s not worth possessing:
Each look, each word, each smile ’s affected,
And inward charms are quite neglected;
Then scorn her, scorn her, foolish swain,
And sigh no more, no more, in vain;
Who would for trifles think of dying?
Who for a face, a shape, would languish,
And tell the brooks and groves his anguish,
Till she, till she thinks fit to prize him,
And all, and all beside despise him?