EBBA 37192

British Library - 1876.f.1

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The Second part of New Songs, as they are Sung at Court;
Written by a Person of quality named, D. of P.

Phillis, a New Song.

IN Phillis will are all Men foolish,

Uncertain false Conquest,

Love is her constant welcome Guest,

And still the newest pleasest best,

Quickly she likes then leaves as soon,

Her life on Womans a Lampoon.

Yet for the plague of Humane Race,

This Devil has an Angels Face;

Such Youth, such sweetness in her look,

Who can be man and not be took,

What former Love? What wit? What Art?

Can save a poor inclining heart:

In vain a thousand times an hour,

Reason Rebels against her Power;

In vain I rail and curse her Charms,

One look my feeble Rage disarms;

There is Inchantment in her Eyes,

Who sees them can no more be wise,

There is Inchantment in her Eyes,

Who sees them can no more be wise.

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