The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | ||
SONG to MIRA.
[Why, cruel Creature, why so bent]
I
Why, cruel Creature, why so bentTo vex a tender Heart?
To Gold and Title you relent,
Love throws in vain his Dart.
II
Let glittering Fools in Courts be great;For Pay, let Armies move;
Beauty should have no other Bait
But gentle Vows, and Love.
III
If on those endless Charms you layThe Value that's their Due,
Kings are themselves too poor to pay,
A thousand Worlds to few.
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IV
But if a Passion without Vice,Without Disguise or Art,
Ah Mira! if true Love's your Price,
Behold it in my Heart.
The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | ||