Passionate Fondness

My Passion sure might be enough to move,
The tend'rcst pity in the Queen of Love.
But she her self, not ev'n she can know
The racking Pains that I endure for you.
My Flames are more than I my self believe,
I know I Love, but know not if I live.
My Passions far beyond my Thoughts extend,
Soon shall my Life —
But Oh! my […] Love shall never end.
Pity your Sylvius, dear Amasia, do,
That wretched Youth, whom you have render'd so.
Oh! you can Cure me, who have Pow'r to kill,
You must relent, my Fair, — I know, you will.
Your Thoughts are soft, but I want Arts to Charm,
I can't express how my desires are warm.
Who speaks hisFlames shews they but faintly shine,
His Love ne'er, flew to such excess as Mine,
The Passion Sylvius feels Mounts all Divine.
Oh! could you, but one Moment, know my Pain,
Know all the tedious suff'rings of your Swain,
Be well convinc'd how I sincerely Burn,
Sure you at last would make me some Return.
Reward your Sylvius with a Mutual Love,
Both will be happy as the blest above.
How does the thought thro' all my vitals run!
How does the very thought transport alone!
That were it self, but Oh! it hasts to flee,
That were it self reward enough for me.
For you I live, to you alone I pray,
And your Lov'd Name is all that I can say.
Thy Dear Idea still my fancy Frames,
Thou art the Charming Phantom of my Dreams.
Thro' Clouds of Night thy Beauteous Image flies,
And wantons loosly where your Lover lies.
You are my Dearer self, my Life, my Soul,
Sylvius is only yours, you have him whole.
When e'er you speak, my Senses wait your tongue.
And they are all on each Dear accent hung.
There lives a Charm in ev'ry thing you do,
Whom e'er you hate, I hate extreamly too,
And Love, with Passion, all belov'd by you.
You are alone all I desire to see,
For I have all the World in having thee.
While you are safe, I no misfortunes know,
Nor am I well, but when Amasia's so.
You, you alone are all I wish to please,
And when you die, shall Sylvius being cease.
What mighty dangers could I brave for thee,
If but thy pity the reward might be.
What could I stand at, if desir'd by you!
What could not Sylvius for Amasia do.
Inspir'd with Love, my Soul sits rais'd on high,
And Burns with Noble rage, when you are by.
From you my Thoughts, from you my Actions flow'
'Tis you create all I can think or do.
'Tis you can give me an Eternal Name,
And make it bright, and glorious as my Flame.
With thee alone I would desire to live,
Had I but thee, what could I more receive.
In Sandy desarts I could dwell with thee,
Blest, where no Creature ever stept, but we.
Nor Woods, nor Wilds, nor Seas could make me fear,
Where'er you are, there is a Tempe there.
Lost in some Isle, where raving Oceans roar,
And dash the rocks upon the barren shore.
Where breaking Waves make all the place resound,
And Eccho Thunder the whole Island round.
Where Monstrous Fish thro' all the Surges play,
With Voices louder than their Mother Sea.
Where Billows Foam, lasht by the raging Tide,
And nought but horrid Salvages reside.
With thee, Amasia, I could there be blest,
With thee, my Love, were I of thee possest.
My great concern would be to guard thee there,
To save my Mistress should be all my care.
Secure from Storms, and every Beast of prey,
Tho' thou art sure more cruel far than they.
A Scene not very […] here I choose,
A place Convenient for the Mourning Muse.
To dark Recesses, and to Groves I run,
But carry with me all I wish to shun,
You shoot thro' Thickets, like the Noon-day Sun.
Well might I fancy thee Divine to be,
For thou art every where alike to me.
O could I think that I were so to you,
That I were always with Amasia too.
Here, a long exile from my Love I bear.
Repeated slights thus drive me to despair.