Abraham Cowley

“ But still new amorous waves drive them away
And with swift current to those joys they haste,
That do as swiftly waste:
I laugh’d the wanton play to view;
But ‘tis, alas! at land so too,
And still old lovers yield the place to new. ”

“ Why to mute fish should'st thou thyself discover
And not to me, they no less silent lover? ”