To tear it thence I tried in vain; To strive, I quickly found Was only to increase the pain, And to enlarge the wound. Ah! much too well, I fear, you know What pain I'm to endure, Since what your eyes alone can do Your heart alone can cure. And that (grant Heaven, I may mistake!) I doubt is doom'd to bear A burden for another's sake, Who ill rewards its care. Sir John Vanbrugh. ADIEU L'AMOUR. Here end my chains, and thraldom cease, If not in joy, I'll live at least in peace; Since for the pleasures of an hour, We must endure an age of pain; I'll be this abject thing no more, Love, give me back my heart again. Despair tormented first my breast, Now falsehood, a more cruel guest; O! for the peace of human kind, Make women longer true, or sooner kind: With justice, or with mercy reign, O Love! or give me back my heart again. George Granville. SABINA WAKES. See, see, she wakes! Sabina wakes! And now the sun begins to rise; Less glorious is the morn that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. With light united, day they give, But different fates ere night fulfil; How many by his warmth will live! How many will her coldness kill! William Congreve. FALSE! OR INCONSTANCY. False though she be to me and love, I'll ne'er pursue revenge; For still the charmer I approve, Though I deplore her change. In hours of bliss we oft have met, They could not always last; And though the present I regret, I'm grateful for the past. William Congreve. LOVE AND HATE. Why we love, and why we hate, Is not granted us to know: Random chance, or wilful fate, Guides the shaft from Cupid's bow. If on me Zelinda frown, Madness 'tis in me to grieve: Since her will is not her own, Why should I uneasy live? If I for Zelinda die, Deaf to poor Mizella's cries, Ask not me the reason why: Seek the riddle in the skies. Ambrose Philips. I LATELY VOWED. I lately vow'd, but 'twas in haste, That I no more would court The joys that seem when they are past As dull as they are short. I oft to hate my mistress swear, But soon my weakness find; I make my oaths when she's severe, But break them when she's kind. John Oldmixon. FEW HAPPY MATCHES. Say, mighty Love, and teach my song To whom thy sweetest joys belong, And who the happy pairs Whose yielding hearts, and joining hands, Find blessings twisted with their bands To soften all their cares. * * * * * Two kindest souls alone must meet, 'Tis friendship makes the bondage sweet, And feeds their mutual loves: Bright Venus on her rolling throne Is drawn by gentlest birds alone, And Cupids yoke the doves.