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?