Obtains, perhaps, the wished relief,
But O! he surely does not love!
The lover is a man afraid,
Has neither grace, nor ease, nor art;
Embarrassed, comfortless, dismay’d,
He sinks, the Victim of his Heart.
He feels his own demerits most,
When he should most aspire to gain;
And is at length completely lost,
Because he cannot urge his pain.