The Happy Lover

HARK Lovers, hark, and I shall tell
A Wonder that will please you well;
She, whom I lov'd as my own Heart,
For whom I sigh'd and suffer'd Smart;
Whom I above the World admir'd:
When I approach'd, who still retir'd:
Was so reserv'd, but yet so fair,
An Angel to what others are:
Her self from Love escapes not free,
The Man belov'd? 'Tis happy I am He.