VIII.
Fantastick Fancies fondly move;
And in frail Joys believe:
Taking false Pleasure for true Love;
But Pain can ne’er deceive.
IX.
Kind jealous Doubts, tormenting Fears,
And anxious Cares, when past;
Prove our Hearts Treasure fix’d and dear,
And make us blest at last.
[A SONG.]
I.
Absent from thee I languish still;
Then ask me not, When I return?
The straying Fool ’twill plainly kill,
To wish all Day, all Night to mourn.
II.
Dear, from thine Arms then let me fly,
That my fantastick Mind may prove,
The Torments it deserves to try,
That tears my fix, Heart from my Love.