A SONG

THE Heart you lest, when you took mine,
Proves such a busie Guest;
Unless I do all Pow'r resign,
It will not let me rest.

It my whole Family dis•urbs,
Turns all my Thoughts away;
My stoutest Resolutions curbs,
Makes Iudgment too obey.

If Reason interpose her Pow'r,
Alas, so weak she is;
She's check'd with one small soft Amour,
And conquer'd with a Kiss.