NOT, Celia, that I juster am <br /> Or better than the rest! <br />For I would change each hour, like them, <br /> Were not my heart at rest. <br /> <br />But I am tied to very thee <br /> By every thought I have; <br />Thy face I only care to see, <br /> Thy heart I only crave. <br /> <br />All that in woman is adored <br /> In thy dear self I find-- <br />For the whole sex can but afford <br /> The handsome and the kind. <br /> <br />Why then should I seek further store, <br /> And still make love anew? <br />When change itself can give no more, <br /> 'Tis easy to be true!<br /><br />Sir Charles Sedley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-celia-2/
