Song from "An Evening's Love" (You charm'd me not with that fair face)

You charm'd me not with that fair face,
Tho' it was all divine:
To be another's is the grace
That makes me wish you mine.

The gods and Fortune take their part,
Who like young monarchs fight,
And boldly dare invade that heart
Which is another's right.

First, mad with hope, we undertake
To pull up every bar;
But, once possess'd, we faintly make
A dull defensive war.

Now, every friend is turn'd a foe,
In hope to get our store;
And passion makes us cowards grow,
Which made us brave before.