Song The Hopeless Comfort1
NOT though I know she, fondly, lies
Claspt in my Rival's Arms,
Can free my Heart, or keep my Eyes
From fixing on her Charms!
Tell me, ye Pow'rs that rule our Fate; 5 Why are frail men so vain,
With so much Zeal to wish for that
They never can attain?
Some Comfort 'tis I'me not alone,
All are like me undone; 10 And that which does, like Death, spare none,
Why shou'd I hope to shun?
FAIR, and soft, and gay, and young,
All Charm! she plaid, she danc'd, she sung!
There was no way to scape the Dart,
No care cou'd guard the Lover's Heart.
Ah! why cry'd I, and drop'd a Tear, 5 (Adoring, yet desparing e'er
To have her to my self alone,)
Was so much sweetness made for One?
But, growing bolder, in her ear
I in soft Numbers told my care: 10 She heard, and rais'd me from her feet,
And seem'd to glow with equal heat.
Like Heav'ns, too mighty to express,
My Joys cou'd but be known by guess.