English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Sir Charles Sedley
261. Celia
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Or better than the rest;
For I would change each hour, like them,
Were not my heart at rest.
By every thought I have;
Thy face I only care to see,
Thy heart I only crave.
In thy dear self I find—
For the whole sex can but afford
The handsome and the kind.
And still make love anew?
When change itself can give no more,
’Tis easy to be true.