That gen’rous friendship is your sweet design?
The pleasing thought with rapture I pursue,
It must be lovely, for it comes from you.
But oh! how vain is friendship to repress
The soul-felt pang of exquisite distress.
How small the balm, by friendship you impart,
To the sharp tortures of th’ impassion’d heart.
What tender wish, for you alone to live,
Could once each dear deluding moment give?
When every look, bewitching as ’twas fair,