Who, though she will mankind enslave,
Yet rules she with so sweet a Sway,
’Tis Pride, ’tis pleasure to obey!—
[HOPELESS LOVE.]
Why wilt thou thus our Hopes defeat,
My too impatient, pleading heart?
Why shew in us such Joy to meet,
Yet fear in her ’tis Joy to part?
For what has our Impatience gain’d,
But more to fear the fate to come;