Yes, fairest Proof of Beauty's Pow'r, <br />Dear Idol of My panting Heart, <br />Nature points This my fatal Hour: <br />And I have liv'd; and We must part. <br /> <br />While now I take my last Adieu, <br />Heave Thou no Sigh, nor shed a Tear; <br />Lest yet my half-clos'd Eye may view <br />On Earth an Object worth it's Care. <br /> <br />From Jealousy's tormenting Strife <br />For ever be Thy Bosom free'd: <br />That nothing may disturb Thy Life, <br />Content I hasten to the Dead. <br /> <br />Yet when some better-fated Youth <br />Shall with his am'rous Parly move Thee; <br />Reflect One Moment on His Truth, <br />Who dying Thus, persists to love Thee.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/answer-to-cloe-jealous-the-author-sick/
