Since we your husband daily see <br />So jealous out of season, <br />Phillis, let you and I agree <br />To make him so with reason. <br /> <br />I'm vex'd to think that every night <br />A sot, within thy arms, <br />Tasting the most divine delight, <br />Should sully all your charms. <br /> <br />While, fretting, I must lie alone, <br />Cursing the powers divine, <br />That undeservedly have thrown <br />A pearl unto a swine. <br /> <br />Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart, <br />My burning passion cool; <br />Let me at least in thee have part <br />With thy insipid fool. <br /> <br />Let him by night his joys pursue, <br />And blunder in the dark, <br />While I by day enjoying you, <br />Can see to hit the mark.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-set-to-music-18-set-by-mr-smith/
