From the French.

U U happy Wretch! why wert thou born
To Doat on one who Loves not thee?
Thy faithful Love but meets his Scorn;
Thy Grief is his Felicity.

II.

Say, dear Deceiver, why shou'd you
An harmless Woman thus ensnare?
Why, with a feigned Love pursue?
And then abandon to Despair?

III.

Sole Mistress of my Heart I reign'd,
And vainly thought I still shou'd be;
Who had so many Conquests gain'd,
Yet was my self untouch'd and free.

IV.

Since Gratitude cou'd not perswade,
Nor prudent Int'rest move my Heart;
I laugh'd at those by Love betray'd,
And proudly scoff'd at Cupid's Dart.

V.

And still untouch'd I had remain'd,
If I had never seen those Eyes,
Which at first Sight the Vict'ry gain'd,
As Excellencies give surprize.

VI.

Astonish'd! and confus'd! I felt
Love's fatal Pow'r! invade my Breast:
So subtile Light'ning's said to melt
Silver, and yet not burn the Chest.

VII.

Too late! I found, I was undone!
Yet modestly the Flame conceal'd,
'Till, by confessing first your own,
You my resistless Love reveal'd.

VIII.

How happy then! How more than blest!
Was I, in this my golden Dream?
Of all I wish'd on Earth possest!
I envy'd not the greatest Queen.

IX.

How often have you kindly own'd,
That we each others Tallies were?
And Sympathy our Souls had crown'd,
With Delicacies too severe.

X.

That neither cou'd from either find
A Counterpart, so like our own;
Where ev'ry Sentiment combin'd,
Created for our selves alone.

XI.

Whence comes it then you now abhor
This faithful Heart! which once you priz'd?
Why must I see your Face no more?
Why, die unpitied, and despis'd?

XII.

Are num'rous Conquests all your Aim?
And are you but a common Man?
Oh Casar! yet your Heart reclaim
By the fam'd Youth of Macedon.

XIII.

Tho' Victor of the World! he chose
Of all his captiv'd Dames but one,
On whom to fix his Life's Repose
Such Temp'rance in his Conquest shone.

XIV.

Like sister Streams, united Hearts
Flow with a Current, strong and clear!
But channell'd into many Parts
It weak and Muddy will appear.