Volume 5 — A Song, Set by Mr. CLARK.
Reading edition
[Listen]
HOW often have I curs’d that sable Deceit, For making me wish and admire; And rifle poor Ovid to learn to intreat, When Reason might check my desire: For sagely of late it has been disclos’d, There’s nothing, nothing conceal’d uncommon; No Miracles under a Mask repos’d, When knowing Cynthia’s a Woman. Tho’ Beauty’s great Charms our Sences delude, ’Tis the Centre attracts our Needle; And Love’s a Jest when thought to intrude, The design of it to unriddle: A Virgin may show strange coyness in Love, And tell you Chimera’s of Honour; But give her her Wish, the Man she approves, No Labour he’ll have to win her.
FINIS.