To let me see at first, your dawning Love;
When I reflect upon the Bliss it brought,
The Pleasure is too great to be forgot;
And I shou’d think I were ungrateful grown,
Should I not love you, tho’ by you undone.——
Yet oh! the Mem’ry of my former Joys,
So hard’s my Fate, my present Ease destroys.
’Tis strange that what gave such delight before,
Shou’d serve to make me now lament the more.——
A Thousand Passions, not to be exprest,