The Follies of a Day; or, The Marriage of Figaro / A comedy, as it is now performing at the Theatre-Royal, Covent-Garden. From the French of M. de Beaumarchais

by Pierre Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais

Susan. Ah, the bashful Scribbler!

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To the Winds, to the Waves, to the Woods I complain;

Ah, well-a-day! My poor heart!

They hear not my Sighs, and they heed not my Pain;

Ah, well-a-day! My poor heart!

“The name of my Goddess I ’grave on each Tree;

Ah, well-a-day! My poor heart!

’Tis I wound the bark, but Love’s arrows wound me: