GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:2.16.33-2.16.52 urn:cts:latinLit:phi0959.phi001.perseus-eng2:2.16.33-2.16.52

For without you they lose the power to please;I seem to walk oe'r the fields of naked sand,Or tread an antic maze in fairy land,Where frightful specires, and pale shades appear,And hollow groans invade my troubled ear;Where ev'ry breeze that through my arbour flies,First sadly murmurs, and then turns to sighs.The vines love elms; what elms from vines remove?Then why should I be parted from my love?And yet by me you once devoutly swore,By your own eyes, those stars that I adore,That all my bus'ness you would make your own,And never suffer me to be alone:But faithless woman nat'rally deceives,Their frequent oaths are like the falling leaves,Which when a storm has from the branches toreAre lost by ev'ry blast, and seen no more:Yet if you will be true, your vows retrieve,Be kind, and I can easily forgive ;Prepare your coach, to me direct your course,