When Aurelia first I courted,
She had youth and beauty too,
Killing pleasures when she sported,
And her charms were ever new;
Conquering time doth now deceive her,
Which her glories did uphold,
All her arts can ne’er retrieve her,
Poor Aurelia’s growing old.
The airy spirits which invited,
Are retir’d, and move no more,
And those eyes are now benighted,
Which were comets heretofore.
Want of these abate her merits,
Yet I’ve passion for her name,
Only kind and am’rous spirits
Kindle and maintain a flame.
(Anonymous Americas)
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