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Sunday, 21 April 2013

A Song by Nathaniel Cotton

Tell me, my Caelia, why so coy,
Of men so much afraid;
Caelia, ’tis better far to die
A mother than a maid.

The rose, when past its damask hue,
Is always out of favour;
And when the plum hath lost its blue.
It loses too its flavour.

To vernal flow’rs the rolling years
Returning beauty bring ;
But faded once, thou’lt bloom no more,
Nor know a second spring.

From: Cotton, Nathaniel, Various Pieces in Verse and Prose by the Late Nathaniel Cotton, M.D., Many of Which Were Never Before Published, 1791, J Dodsley: London,p. 88.

Date: 1791

By: Nathaniel Cotton (1707-1788)