What 'tis to fight, or how to face a foe;
Yet in Love's field what wonders can he do!
90Great is his prowess and his fortune too;
Let them go fight, who know not how to woo.
Now I must own, I fear'd to let thee go,
My trembling lips had almost told thee so.
When from thy father's house thou didst withdraw,
Thy fatal stumble at the door I saw,
I saw it, sigh'd, and pray'd the sign might be
Of thy return a happy prophecy!