THE DISAPPOINTMENT
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Found the vast Pleasure turn’d to Pain;
Pleasure which too much Love destroys:
The willing Garments by he laid,
And Heaven all open’d to his view,
Mad to possess, himself he threw
On the Defenceless Lovely Maid.
But Oh what envying God conspires
To snatch his Power, yet leaves him the Desire.
Pleasure which too much Love destroys:
The willing Garments by he laid,
And Heaven all open’d to his view,
Mad to possess, himself he threw
On the Defenceless Lovely Maid.
But Oh what envying God conspires
To snatch his Power, yet leaves him the Desire.
Nature’s Support, (without whose Aid
She can no Humane Being give)
It self now wants the Art to live;
Faintness its slack’ned Nerves invade:
In vain th’enraged Youth essay’d
To call its fleeting Vigor back,
No motion ’twill from Motion take;
Excess of Love his Love betray’d:
In vain he toils, in vain Commands;
The insensible fell weeping in his Hand.
She can no Humane Being give)
It self now wants the Art to live;
Faintness its slack’ned Nerves invade:
In vain th’enraged Youth essay’d
To call its fleeting Vigor back,
No motion ’twill from Motion take;
Excess of Love his Love betray’d:
In vain he toils, in vain Commands;
The insensible fell weeping in his Hand.
In this so Amorous Cruel Strife,
Where Love and Fate were too severe,
The poor Lysander in dispair
Renounc’d his Reason with his Life:
Now all the brisk and active Fire
That should the Nobler parts inflame,
Serv’d to increase his Rage and Shame,
And left no spark for New Desire:
Where Love and Fate were too severe,
The poor Lysander in dispair
Renounc’d his Reason with his Life:
Now all the brisk and active Fire
That should the Nobler parts inflame,
Serv’d to increase his Rage and Shame,
And left no spark for New Desire:
