Away! away! <br /> Tempt me no more, insidious Love: <br /> Thy soothing sway <br /> Long did my youthful bosom prove: <br /> At length thy treason is discern'd, <br /> At length some dear-bought caution earn'd: <br />Away! nor hope my riper age to move. <br /> <br /> I know, I see <br /> Her merit. Needs it now be shown, <br /> Alas! to me? <br /> How often, to myself unknown, <br /> The graceful, gentle, virtuous maid <br /> Have I admired! How often said— <br />What joy to call a heart like hers one's own! <br /> <br /> But, flattering god, <br /> O squanderer of content and ease <br /> In thy abode <br /> Will care's rude lesson learn to please? <br /> O say, deceiver, hast thou won <br /> Proud Fortune to attend thy throne, <br />Or placed thy friends above her stern decrees?<br /><br />Mark Akenside<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/complaint-the/
