Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy, Vol. 6 of 6

by Unknown

CORINNA 'tis you that I Love,

And love with a Passion, a Passion so great;

That death a less Torment would prove,

Than either your Frown or your hate:

So soft and prevailing your Charms,

In vain I should strive to retreat;

Oh! then let me live in your Arms,

Or dye in Despair at your Feet.