What cruel pains Corinna takes | |
To force that harmless frown: | |
When not one charm her face forsakes, | |
Love cannot lose his own. | |
| 5 | So sweet a face, so soft a heart, |
Such eyes so very kind, | |
Betray, alas, the silly art | |
Virtue had ill designed. | |
Poor feeble tyrant, who in vain | |
| 10 | Would proudly take upon her, |
Against kind Nature to maintain | |
Affected rules of honour. | |
The scorn she bears, so helpless proves | |
When I plead passion to her, | |
| 15 | That much she fears, but more she loves, |
Her vassal should undo her. |