William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
A Song: Fair, sweet and young, receive a prizeJohn Dryden (16311700)
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Reserved for your victorious eyes:
From crowds, whom at your feet you see,
O pity, and distinguish me!
As I from thousand beauties more
Distinguish you, and only you adore.
Your every motion charms my mind;
Angels, when you your silence break,
Forget their hymns, to hear you speak;
But when at once they hear and view,
Are loth to mount, and long to stay with you.
But all are lost, unless you love;
While that sweet passion you disdain,
Your veil and beauty are in vain;
In pity then prevent my fate,
For after dying all reprieve’s too late.