In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries <br />To ease his tortured breast, <br />Since Amoret the cure denies, <br />And makes his pain a jest. <br /> <br />Ah! fair one, why to me so coy, <br />And why to him so true? <br />Who with more coldness slights the joy <br />Than I with love pursue. <br /> <br />Die, then, unhappy lover, die; <br />For since she gives thee death, <br />The world has nothing that can buy <br />A minute more of breath. <br /> <br />Yet though I could your scorn outlive, <br />'Twere folly, since to me <br />Not love itself a joy can give, <br />But, Amoret, in thee.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-set-to-music-22-set-by-mr-de-fesch/
