Song: Well! I Will Never More Complain

WELL ! I will never more complain,
Or call the Fates unkind;
Alas ! how fond it is, how vain !
But self-conceitedness does reign
In every mortal mind.
'Tis true they long did me deny.
Nor would permit a sight ;
I rag'd ; for I could not espy,
Or think that any harm could lie
Disguis'd in that delight.
At last, my wishes to fulfil.
They did their power resign ;
I saw her ; but I wish I still
Had been obedient to their will,
And they not unto mine.
Yet I by this have learnt the wit.
Never to grieve or fret :
Contentedly I will submit.
And think that best which they think fit,
Without the least regret.