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As David of old once express'd
But she'll not return and bestow
The wanted solace to my breast
Then why has it been my hard lot
To loose the fair one I adore
For surely in vain pleasure's sought
When loving Maria's no more- --
5 The winter is winter for true
There's no vernal beauty in spring
The summer wants refreshing dew
No merriment autumn can bring
The spring and the summer are past
And the winds in the autumn have blown
While we read in winter's cold blast
That Maria's married an gone. --
6 Then I shall repair to some cell,
Or cavern by nature designed?
Where lovers disconsolate dwell,
And humble the aspiring mind
Or shall I extend to the west
And far distant regions explore
To calm my tempestuous breast
And think of Maria no more! --
Like the murdering sin guilty race
I would from thy own thoughts excape
For still he tomenting fair face
Appears in its loveliest shape
But why do I do greave when too late