Текст оригинала на английском языке * * * Phyllis is my only joy, Faithless as the winds or seas; Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please; If with a frown I am cast down, Phyllis smiling, And beguiling, Makes me happier than before. Though, alas! too late I find Nothing can her fancy fix, Yet the moment she is kind I forgive her all her tricks; Which, though I see, I can't get free; She deceiving, I believing; What need lovers wish for more? |
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