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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Restoration Verse.  1910.
A Song: ‘I smile at Love and all its arts’
By Sir John Vanbrugh (1664–1726)
I SMILE 1 at Love and all its arts,
  The charming Cynthia cried:
Take heed, for Love has piercing darts,
  A wounded swam replied.
Once free and blest as you are now,        5
  I trifled with his charms,
I pointed at his little bow,
  And sported with his arms;
Till, urged too far, Revenge! he cries,
  A fatal shaft he drew,        10
It took its passage through your eyes,
  And to my heart it flew.
To tear it thence I tried in vain,
  To strive, I quickly found,
Was only to increase the pain,        15
  And to enlarge the wound.
Ah! much too well, I fear you knew
  What pain I’m to endure,
Since what your eyes alone could do,
  Your heart alone can cure.        20
And that (grant Heaven I may mistake!)
  I doubt is doom to bear
A burden for another’s sake,
  Who ill rewards its care.
Note 1. From The Relapse, 1696. [back]

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