Song XC., p.341.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

WHY we love, and why we hate, 

Is not granted us to know; 

Random chance, or wilful fate, 

Guides the shaft from Cupid’s bow. 

– 

If on me Zelinda frown, 

‘Tis madness all in me to grieve; 

Since her will is not her own, 

Why should I uneasy live? 

– 

If I for Zelinda die, 

Deaf to poor Mizella’s cries, 

Ask not me the reason why, 

Seek the riddle in the skies. 

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