Farewell, Amynta, we must part; <br />The charm has lost its power <br />Which held so fast my captived heart <br />Until this fatal hour. <br /> <br />Hadst thou not thus my love abused, <br />And used me ne'er so ill, <br />Thy cruelty I had excused, <br />And I had loved thee still. <br /> <br />But know, my soul disdain'd thy sway, <br />And scorns thy charms and thee, <br />To which each fluttering coxcomb may <br />As welcome be as me. <br /> <br />Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd, <br />How loved before thy fall, <br />And now, alas! how much disdain'd <br />By me, and scorn'd by all. <br /> <br />Yet thinking of each happy hour, <br />Which I with thee have spent, <br />So robs my rage of all its power, <br />That I almost relent. <br /> <br />But pride will never let me bow; <br />No more thy charms can move; <br />Yet thou art worth my pity now, <br />Because thou hadst my love.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-set-to-music-15-set-by-mr-de-fesch/
