Her sire, enrag’d, forbid the nuptial tie,
Because Philander no rich stores could boast:
Charms most attractive to a parent’s eye.
The injur’d youth was by resentment sway’d;
To this his softer passion soon gave way:
Too rash, alas! he sought another maid,
And left Lucina to despair a prey.
From ev’ry hope, from all her wishes torn,
Depriv’d of what alone could give relief,
The lovely fair, dejected and forlorn,