Pensive you sit, or solitary stray, 345
And waste your youth in musing. Musing first
Toy’d into care your unsuspecting heart:
It found a liking there, a sportful fire,
And that fomented into serious love;
Which musing daily strengthens and improves 350
Thro’ all the heights of fondness and romance:
And you’re undone, the fatal shaft has sped,
If once you doubt whether you love or no.
The body wastes away; th’ infected mind,