A Farewel to Love.

ONce more Loves mighty chains are broke,
His strength and cunning I defie,
Once more I have thrown off his yoke,
And am a man, and do despise the Boy.
Thanks to her pride, and her disdain,
And all the follies of a scornful mind,
I had ne're possest my heart again,
If fair Miranda had been kind.

Welcome fond wanderer, as ease
And plenty to a wretch in pain,
That worn with want and a disease,
Enjoys his health and all his friends again.
Let others waste their time and youth,
VVatch and look pale, to gain a peevish maid,
And learn too late this dear-bought truth,
At length they're sure to be betray'd.