The
Fate
.
Tell
me
ye
partial
Power
that
wound
our
Hearts
Why
strike
ye
not
with
sympathizing
Darts
?
Let
Nymph
and
Swain
be
warm'd
with
equal
Fires
,
Not
thus
half-link
Aversion
and
Desires
.
Sure
you
delight
to
see
us
fondly
crave
Those
Joys
,
some
other
thankless
Wretch
must
have
.
Thus
Love
the
sacred
source
of
Unions
crost
,
And
we
perplex'd
with
what
should
please
us
most
.
I
would
not
rashly
your
Decrees
prophane
,
But
am
too
much
concern'd
not
to
complain
.
The
wealthy
Strephon's
panting
at
my
Feet
,
Tis
I
alone
,
that
can
his
Joys
compleat
.
Yet
with
proud
Scorn
his
dying
Sighs
repay
,
Find
all
my
Softness
forc'd
another
way
.
In
gay
Exalis
centure
all
my
Bliss
,
Nor
have
a
Thought
but
what's
intirely
his
:
Careless
of
me
,
he
does
for
Cloe
pine
,
Who
slights
him
;
and
to
Damon
does
resign
.
Thus
Strephon
for
Larinda
almost
dies
,
But
she
can
only
soft
Exalis
prize
,
He
dotes
on
Cloe
,
she
for
Damon
sighs
.
Gods
!
tis
too
hard
all
Love
yet
all
must
part
,
By
some
nice
Touch
turn
every
other
Heart
;
But
if
too
cruel
to
redress
us
all
,
To
my
Exalis
let
your
Blessing
fall
.
On
Cloe
or
Larinda
the
Change
must
be
,
Grant
I
may
please
like
her
,
or
else
she
love
like
me
;
For
either
way
will
ease
my
grateful
Breast
,
So
our
Exalis
will
but
think
he's
blest
.