16.12.2012, 19:34
COLLIER.
WITH Smiles, false Tokens of pretended Joy
The pangs of real Anguish I endure :
No wavering Hopes or Fears my thoughts employ;
Vain both to Him whose Misery is sure.
Calm on my brow sits well dissembled Ease,
While light Indifference every chance defies ;
Since Fortune's fairest look must fail to please
When tyrant Fate my only wish denies.
Ye. fond Complaints forbear your vain Request,
Nor urge the pity of my Lauha's Breast
To feel for Sorrows she can ne'er allay.
Bleed on, my Heart ! — But let the kind Disguise
Spread unsuspected o'er my tongue and eyes;
Deceiving only lest I should betray.
WITH Smiles, false Tokens of pretended Joy
The pangs of real Anguish I endure :
No wavering Hopes or Fears my thoughts employ;
Vain both to Him whose Misery is sure.
Calm on my brow sits well dissembled Ease,
While light Indifference every chance defies ;
Since Fortune's fairest look must fail to please
When tyrant Fate my only wish denies.
Ye. fond Complaints forbear your vain Request,
Nor urge the pity of my Lauha's Breast
To feel for Sorrows she can ne'er allay.
Bleed on, my Heart ! — But let the kind Disguise
Spread unsuspected o'er my tongue and eyes;
Deceiving only lest I should betray.