Well, I will never more complain, <br />Or call the Fates unkind; <br />Alas! how fond it is, how vain! <br />But self-conceitedness does reign <br />I nevery mortal mind. <br /> <br />'Tis true, they long did me deny, <br />Nor would permit a sight; <br />I raged, for I could not espy, <br />Or think that any harm could lie <br />Disguised in that delight. <br /> <br />At last, my wishes to fulfil, <br />They did their power resign, <br />I saw her, but I wish I still <br />Had been obedient to their will, <br />And they not unto mine. <br /> <br />Yet I by this have learn'd the wit <br />Never to grieve or fret; <br />Contentedly I will submit, <br />And think that best which they think fit, <br />Without the least regret.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-set-to-music-23-set-by-mr-de-fesch/
