Love in Despair.
A lover once I did espie
A lover once I did espie with bleeding Heart and weeping Eye; he sigh'd and
groan'd, and curst the Boy that planted woe, supplanted joy; he wept and cry'd, How great's his
pain that lives in Love, and loves in vain! Can there (says he) no Cure be found, but by the
hand that gave the wound. Then let me die, which Ile endure, since she wants Charity to Cure:
Yet let her one day feel the pain to wish sh' had cur'd, but wish in vain; for wither'd cheeks may
chance recover some sparks of Love, but not a Lover.
