"You charm'd me not with that fair face," from An Evening's Love. Songs from the Plays. John Dryden. 1913. The Poems of John Dryden

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


YOU charm’d me not with that fair face
Though it was all Divine:
To be anothers is the Grace,
That makes me wish you mine.
The Gods and Fortune take their part	5
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;	10
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	15
Which made us brave before.