Poems on Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

Fair Corinna tell me why
You are often heard to sigh,
Why your Eyes are often seen
Kind as Lovers should have been;
Tell me, Madam, what you mean?
Something does your Soul imploy,
Love or Anger, Grief or Joy,
By the Symptoms we discover,
Something even of a Lover.
Love, like Murder, will appear,
Tho' you take the greatest care.
Every motion will reveal
What you strugle te conceal,

Hide it not, for I perceive
When your Breasts begin to heave,
When they rise, and when they fall,
Then I see, and know it all;
They in spite of all your Art,
Tell the Conflicts of your Heart,
Every throb and pant repeat,
Equal time and motion beat,
But for whom your Wishes grow,
That, Oh! that, I cannot know.