To Celia
1639-1701
NOT, Celia, that I juster am
Or better than the rest!
For I would change each hour, like them,
Were not my heart at rest.
But I am tied to very thee
By every thought I have;
Thy face I only care to see,
Thy heart I only crave.
All that in woman is adored
In thy dear self I find--
For the whole sex can but afford
The handsome and the kind.
Why then should I seek further store,
And still make love anew?
When change itself can give no more,
'Tis easy to be true!
DayPoems Poem No. 402
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/402.html">To Celia by Sir Charles Sedley</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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