Ah Phillis! for your Sake I die,
Ask me not the Reason why;
Why I love, I cannot tell,
No more, than why I'm sick or well:For Passion cannot be defin'd
By Reason, but the Lover's Mind.

That I must love, and you must hate,
Are dark Arcanums of our Fate;
But that 'tis Truth, too well I know,
And future Consequence will show.