SONG.

AH Cruel Eyes! that first enflam'd
My poor resistless heart;
That, when I would my thoughts have blam'd they still encrease the smart:
What pow, r above
Creates such Love.
To languish with desire▪
May some disdain
Encrease my pain,
Or may the flame expire.
And yet I die to think how soon
My wishes may return,
If slighted, and my hopes once gone,
I must in silence mourn:
T…en Tyrannels
D… but express,
The Mystry of your pow'r,
'…s as s…on said.
You'll l…ve and wed
As studying for'… an hour.
I yield to Fate, though your fair eyes
Have made the pow'r your own;
'Twàs they did first my heart surprize,
Dear Nymph 'twas they alone:
For honour's sake,
Your h…art awake,
And let your pity move:
… in …spair
O… on so fair,
I bid adi…u to Love.