THE COMPLAINT

by: Mark Akenside (1721-1770)

      WAY! away!
      Tempt me no more, insidious Love:
      Thy soothing sway
      Long did my youthful bosom prove:
      At length thy treason is discern'd,
      At length some dear-bought caution earn'd:
      Away! nor hope my riper age to move.
       
      I know, I see
      Her merit. Needs it now be shown,
      Alas! to me?
      How often, to myself unknown,
      The graceful, gentle, virtuous maid
      Have I admired! How often said--
      What joy to call a heart like hers one's own!
       
      But, flattering god,
      O squanderer of content and ease
      In thy abode
      Will care's rude lesson learn to please?
      O say, deceiver, hast thou won
      Proud Fortune to attend thy throne,
      Or placed thy friends above her stern decrees?

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