Let perjured fair Amynta know <br />What for her sake I undergo; <br />Tell her, for her how I sustain <br />A lingering fever's wasting pain; <br />Tell her the torments I endure, <br />Which only, only she can cure. <br /> <br />But, oh! she scorns to hear or see <br />The wretch that lies so low as me; <br />Her sudden greatness turns her brain, <br />And Strephon hopes, alas! in vain; <br />For ne'er 'twas found (though often tried) <br />That Pity ever dwelt with Pride.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-set-to-music-5-set-by-mr-de-fesch/
