And his affections in her languor freeze;
Regret, uncheck’d by hope, devours his mind,
He feels unhappy, and he grows unkind.
“Fool! to be taken by a rosy cheek,
And eyes that cease to sparkle or to speak; 750
Fool! for this child my freedom to resign,
When one, the glory of her sex, was mine;
While from this burthen to my soul I hide,
To think what Fate has dealt, and what denied.
“What fiend possess’d me when I tamely gave