And time has drawn aside the veil of love—
We may be sorry, but we must approve;
The fancied charms no more our praise compel,
But doubly shines the worth that stands so well.
E. O! precious are you all, and prizes too,
Or could we take such guilty pains for you?
Believe it not—As long as passion lasts, 320
A charm about the chosen maid it casts;
And the poor girl has little more to do
Than just to keep in sight as you pursue.