O Love, though Virgil's lays ascribe <br />Resistless power to thee, <br />Yet still I thought the happy tribe <br />Of Dulness, ever free; <br />Potent I deem'd her ample shield <br />Her favorite sons to save, <br />Though to thy soft dominion yield <br />The virtuous, wise, and brave: <br />But since I see, thy votary grown, <br />Even Paridel obey, <br />I find myself compell'd to own <br />Thy universal sway.<br /><br />Henry James Pye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epigram-omnia-vincit-amor/
