MARK AKENSIDE

462. The Complaint

AWAY! away!

• • - Tempt me no more, insidious Love

Thy soothing sway Long did my youthful bosom prove : At length thy treason is discerned, 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 ?

��The Nightingale

TTO-NIGHT retired, the queen of heaven

• With young Endymion stays ;

And now to Hesper it is given Awhile to rule the vacant sky, Till she shall to her lamp supply A stream of brighter rays.

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