I Lik’d, but never Lov’d before
I saw that charming Face;
Now every Feature I adore,
And doat on ev’ry Grace:
She ne’er shall know that kind desire,
Which her cold Looks denies,
Unless my Heart that’s all on Fire,
Should sparkle through my Eyes:
Then if no gentle Glance return,
A silent Leave to speak;
My Heart which would for ever burn,
Alass! must sigh and break.
A SONG in Valentinian.
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WHERE would coy Amyntas run,
From a despairing Lover’s Story?
When her Eyes have Conquest won,
Why should her Ear refuse the Glory:
Shall a Slave, whose Racks constrain,
Be forbidden to complain;
Let her scorn me, let her Fly me,
Let her Looks, her Love deny me:
Ne’er shall my Heart yield to despair,
Or my Tongue cease to tell my Care,
Or my Tongue cease to tell my Care:
Much to love, and much to pray,
Is to Heav’n the only way.