Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
FATE. A SONG.
THou know'st (my Fair) how much I love,
And that my flames do still improve;
That they still burn, and still appear,
As bright as thy dear Eyes are clear:
Still they are pure as the first Cause,
Nor swerve they from the very Laws;
That Womens practices impose,
Which •irst their Humors, since their Pride has chose.
No fault in all my Love is found,
And yet you will not heal my Wound;
In vain I tell you how I burn,
You will vouchsafe me no return.
In vain your pity I implore,
You smile to see my bleeding sore;
No, though a Kiss wou'd do the Cure,
Unkind Graciana lets me still endure.
For this what reason can there be,
Why so averse to Love and Me:
Alas, too late, I know too late
The strong necessity of Fate.
No Woman yet was ever made
To Love aright, but be betray'd:
The Men, who dote on them, they shun,
And to the Arms of the indiff'rent run.