The Wanderer fixt

E're I saw Silvia, I, with ease,
Cou'd find out many that cou'd please;
With Beauty fraught and free from Pride;
To gain their Loves I cou'd have dy'd!
But when I first your Eyes did view,
Streight to my Heart swift Magick flew:
Before your sweet obliging Air,
So fine your Shape, and Face so fair,
All others Charms did disappear,
And were no longer what they were!

So of the Stars that gild the Sky,
They've Rev'rence paid from ev'ry Eye;
Not one but does deserve our Praise,
Not one but does our wonder raise,
Not one but what is gay and bright,
Able, alone, to Rule the Night;
Yet, though so bright and glorious, they
All, in a Moment's time, decay,
Grow dim and seem to dy away,
When once Aurora opens day!