Love's Harvest. 11, 12, Malone MS. 22 has the singular: 'So he', &c.
The Forlorn Hope.
How long, vain Hope, dost thou my joys suspend?
Say! must my expectation know no end?
Thou wast more kind unto the wand'ring Greek
Who did ten years his wife and country seek:
Ten lazy winters in my glass are run,
Yet my thought's travail seems but new begun.
Smooth quicksand which the easy world beguiles,