The First SONG

Can then a Look create a Thought Which Time can ne'er remove? Yes, foolish Heart, again thou'rt caught, Again thou bleed'st for Love.

She sees the Conquest of her Eyes, Nor heals the Wounds she gave; She smiles whene'er my Blushes rise, And, sighing, shuns her Slave.

Then, Swain, be bold! and still adore her, Still the flying Fair pursue: Love, and Friendship, still implore her, Pleading Night and Day for you.