“After the pangs of a desperate Lover,” from An Evening’s Love

AFTER the pangs of a desperate Lover.

When day and night I have sigh’d all in vain,

Ah what a Pleasure it is to discover

In her eyes pity, who causes my pain!

When with unkindness our Love at a stand is,

And both have punish’d our selves with the pain,

Ah what a pleasure the touch of her hand is,

Ah what a pleasure to press it again!

When the denial comes fainter and fainter,

And her Eyes give what her tongue does deny,

Ah what a trembling I feel when I venture,

Ah what a Trembling does usher my joy!

When, with a Sigh, she accords me the blessing,

And her Eyes twinkle ’twixt pleasure and pain;

Ah what a joy ’tis, beyond all Expressing,

Ah what a joy to hear, shall we again!