Love the ripe harvest of my toils
Began to cherish with his smiles,
Preparing me to be indued
With all the joys I long pursued,
When my fresh hopes, fair and full blown,
Death blasts, ere I could call my own.
Malicious Death! why with rude force
Dost thou my Fair from me divorce?
False Life! why in this loathéd chain
10Me from my Fair dost thou detain?