To the kind powr who taught me how to sing <br />Thus with the first of all wch he bestowd <br />Did ancient piety approach the God. <br /> <br />Defended long by prejudice & pride <br />Ive fancyd love a cant its god defyd <br />but bravely you assert yr monarchs reign <br />wound with a look & wth a word inchain <br />I feel th' enchanting pain wth pleasure bow <br />& surely fair Aminta none but you <br />Can slav'ry give yet make it lovely too<br /><br />Thomas Parnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragmentary-ending-of-a-poem-i/
