H. I sought them not; but, madam, ’tis in vain
The course of love and nature to restrain;
Lo! when the buds expand the leaves are green,
Then the first opening of the flower is seen;
Then comes the honied breath and rosy smile,
That with their sweets the willing sense beguile;
But, as we look, and love, and taste, and praise, 210
And the fruit grows, the charming flower decays;
Till all is gather’d, and the wintry blast
Moans o’er the place of love and pleasure past.