Is it because you fear to share Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain : The heart can ne'er a transport know, That never feels a pain. [CONGREVE.] CYNTHIA frowns whene'er I woo her, Yet she's vex'd if I give over; Much she fears I should undo her, But much more to lose her lover: Thus in doubting she refuses, Pr'ythee, Cynthia, look behind you, Age and wrinkles will o'ertake you, Then too late desire will find you When the power does forsake you. Think, oh! think, the sad condition To be past, yet wish fruition. [CONGREVE.] LOVE's but the frailty of the mind When 'tis not with ambition join'd; A sickly flame, which if not fed, expires, And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires. "Tis not to wound a wanton boy, Or amorous youth, that gives the joy; But 'tis the glory to have pierc'd a swain For whom inferior beauties sigh'd in vain. Then I alone the conquest prize, If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see [CONGREVE.] FAIR Amoret is gone astray, Pursue and seek her, every lover; I'll tell the signs by which you may The wand'ring shepherdess discover. |