Verses Addressed To Amanda

Ah, urged too late! from beauty's bondage free, Why did I trust my liberty with thee? And thou, why didst thou, with inhuman art, If not resolved to take, seduce my heart? Yes, yes, you said, for lovers' eyes speak true; You must have seen how fast my passion grew: And, when your glances chanced on me to shine, How my fond soul ecstatic sprung to thine! But mark me, fair one - what I now declare Thy deep attention claims and serious care: It is no common passion fires my breast; I must be wretched, or I must be blessed! My woes all other remedy deny; Or, pitying, give me hope, or bid me die!