Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
The same SONG Inverted.
EVadne, I must let you know,
Your Cruelty is vain;
For if you will no smiles bestow,
I scorn your proud disdain.
And since my Love, though pure and true,
No just relief can find;
Curst be that Fool shall dote on you,
When you are still unkind.
Were you as gentle as you're fair,
I'd strive your Love to gain;
But I can n•ver court Despair,
Nor cherish ne•dless pain.
If in a Week I cou'd prevail,
Then I might happy be;
But Love and Patience, both will fail,
To wait Eternally.