Away! away!
 Tempt me no more, insidious Love:
 Thy soothing sway
 Long did my youthful bosom prove:
 At length thy treason is discern'd,
 At length some dear-bought caution earn'd:
Away! nor hope my riper age to move.

 I know, I see
 Her merit. Needs it now be shown,
 Alas! to me?
 How often, to myself unknown,
 The graceful, gentle, virtuous maid
 Have I admired! How often said?
What joy to call a heart like hers one's own!

 But, flattering god,
 O squanderer of content and ease
 In thy abode
 Will care's rude lesson learn to please?
 O say, deceiver, hast thou won
 Proud Fortune to attend thy throne,
Or placed thy friends above her stern decrees?