JOHN SHEFFIELD
Of all mankind I loved the best A nymph so far above the rest That we outshined the Blest above; In beauty she, as I in love.
And therefore They, who could not bear To be outdone by mortals here, Among themselves have placed her now, And left me wretched here below.
All other fate I could have borne,
And even endured her very scorn;
But oh' thus all at once to find
That dread account both dead and kind!
What heart can hold? If yet I live,
'Tis but to show how much I grieve.
THOMAS OTWAY
The Enchantment
I DID but look and love awhile, 'Twas but for one half-hour; Then to resist I had no will, And now I have no power.
To sigh and wish is all my ease;
Sighs which do heat impart Enough to melt the coldest ice,
Yet cannot warm your heart.
O would your pity give my heart
One corner of your breast, 'Twould learn of yours the winning art,
And quickly steal the rest.
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