SONG.

WHEN cold despair
Would quench my passion, and end all my care,
Then gentle words, and gentle sighs recall
My vanishing hopes which fain would stay;
But stranger fears soon drives my hopes away;
And back again to grief I fall▪
Her favour thus, like Cordials given in vain
To dying men, does but prolong my pain.
Ah Gloriana, why
Like all your other Lovers may not I
Have leave, alas, soon to despair and dy?
Be rather cruel, then but kind in part,
Hide those soft looks, or shew as soft a heart.