IN vain, fond youth; thy tears give o’er;
What more alass can Flavia do?
Thy truth I own, thy fate deplore:
All are not happy that are true.
Suppress those sighs, and weep no more;
Should heaven and earth with thee combine,
‘Twere all in vain, since any power,
To crown thy love must alter mine.
But if revenge can ease thy pain,
I’ll sooth the ills I cannot cure,
Tell that I drag a hopeless chain,
And all that I inflict endure.
– Authors Unknown.