William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Love Still Has Something of the SeaSir Charles Sedley (16391701)
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From whence his mother rose;
No time his slaves from love can free,
Nor give their thoughts repose.
And in rough weather tossed;
They wither under cold delays,
Or are in tempests lost.
Then straight into the main
Some angry wind in cruel sport
The vessel drives again.
Which, if they chance to ’scape,
Rivals and Falsehood soon appear
In a more dreadful shape.
And are so long withstood,
So slowly they receive the sum,
It hardly does them good.
And to defer a joy,
Believe me, gentle Celemene,
Offends the wingèd boy.
Perhaps would not remove,
And if I gazed a thousand years
I could no deeper love.