Regardless of the world, to gain thy praise
Was all that could my just ambition raise.
...
List’ning to him, my cares were charm’d to rest,
And love and silent rapture fill’d my breast,
Unheeded, the gay moments took their flight,
And time was only measur’d by delight.
I hear the lov’d, the melting accent still,
And still the warm, the tender transport feel:
Again I see the sprightly passions rise,