Oh! Breathe in gentle strain, my lyre! ’Tis here that beauty loves to rest: Describe the pangs of fond desire, Which rend a faithful lover’s breast.

Song

In every heart to find a slave, In every soul to fix his reign, In bonds to lead the wise and brave, And make the captives kiss his chain, Such is the power of love, and oh! I grieve so well love’s power to know.

In sighs to pass the livelong day, To taste a short and broken sleep, For one dear object far away, All others scorned, to watch and weep, Such are the pains of love, and oh! I grieve so well love’s pains to know!