Know, Celia, since thou art so proud
Know, Celia (since thou art so proud),
'Twas I that gave thee thy renowne:
Thou had'st, in the forgotten crowd
Of common beauties, liv'd unknowne,
Had not my verse exhal's thy name,
And with it, ympt1 the wings of fame.
That killing power is none of thine,
I gave it to thy voyce, and eyes:
Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine;
Thou art my starre, shin'st in my skies;
Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere
Lightning on him, that fixt thee there.
Tempt me with such affrights no more,
Lest what I made, I uncreate;
Let fooles thy mystique formes adore,
I'le know thee in thy mortall state:
Wise Poets that wrap't Thruth in tales,
Knew her themselves, through all her vailes.
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