Phyllis, for shame! let us improve <br />A thousand several ways <br />These few short minutes stol'n by love <br />From many tedious days. <br /> <br />Whilst you want courage to despise <br />The censure of the grave, <br />For all the tyrants in your eyes, <br />Your heart is but a slave. <br /> <br />My love is full of noble pride, <br />And never will submit <br />To let that fop, Discretion, ride <br />In triumph over wit. <br /> <br />False friends I have, as well as you, <br />That daily counsel me <br />Vain frivolous trifles to pursue, <br />And leave off loving thee. <br /> <br />When I the least belief bestow <br />On what such fools advise, <br />May I be dull enough to grow <br />Most miserably wise.<br /><br />Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-advice-4/
