 | The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne |  |
SONG. To MYRA.
Foolish Love, be gone, said I,
Vain are thy Attempts on me;
Thy soft Allurements I defy,
Women, those fair Dissemblers, fly,
My Heart was never made for thee.
Vain are thy Attempts on me;
Thy soft Allurements I defy,
Women, those fair Dissemblers, fly,
My Heart was never made for thee.
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Love heard; and straight prepar'd a Dart;
Myra, revenge my Cause, said he:
Too sure 'twas shot, I feel the Smart,
It rends my Brain, and tears my Heart;
O Love! my Conqu'rer, pity me.
Myra, revenge my Cause, said he:
Too sure 'twas shot, I feel the Smart,
It rends my Brain, and tears my Heart;
O Love! my Conqu'rer, pity me.
| The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | |