John Dryden (1631–1700). The Poems of John Dryden. 1913.
Songs from the Plays“You charm’d me not with that fair face,” from An Evening’s Love
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Though it was all Divine:
To be anothers is the Grace,
That makes me wish you mine.
The Gods and Fortune take their part
Who like young Monarchs fight;
And boldly dare invade that Heart
Which is anothers right.
First mad with hope we undertake
To pull up ev’ry Bar;
But once possess’d we faintly make
A dull defensive War.
Now ev’ry Friend is turn’d a foe
In hope to get our store;
And passion makes us Cowards grow
Which made us brave before.