Hopeless I languish out my days
Struck with Urania’s conquering eyes ;
The wretch at whom she darts these rays
Must feel the wound until he dies.
Though endless be her cruelty,
Calling her beauties to my mind,
I bow beneath her tyranny,
And dare not murmur she’s unkind.
Reason this tameness does upbraid,
Proffering to arm in my defence ;
But when I call her to my aid
She’s more a traitor than my sense.
No sooner I the war declare.
But straight her functions she denies.
And joining forces with the fair
Confirms the conquest of her eyes.