| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | To Celia | | By Sir 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. | |
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| But I am tied to very thee | 5 |
| By every thought I have: | |
| Thy face I only care to see, | |
| Thy heart I only crave. | |
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| All that in woman is adored | |
| In thy dear self I find— | 10 |
| For the whole sex can but afford | |
| The handsome and the kind. | |
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| Why then should I seek further store, | |
| And still make love anew? | |
| When change itself can give no more, | 15 |
| ’T is easy to be true. | | | | |
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