Which when gain'd, in childish play,
Wantonly are thrown away.
Still on wing, or on his knees,
Love does nothing by degrees:
Bafely flying when moft priz'd,
Meanly fawning when defpis'd.
Flattering or infulting ever,
Generous and grateful never :
All his joys are fleeting dreams,
All his woes fevere extremes.
Nymph, unjustly you inveigh;
Love, like us, must Fate obey.
Since 'tis Nature's law to change,
Conftancy alone is ftrange.
See the heavens in lightnings break,
Next in storms of thunder fpeak;
Till a kind rain from above
Makes a calm-fo 'tis in love.
Flames begin our first address,
Like meeting thunder we embrace:
Then, you know, the showers that fall
Quench the fire, and quiet all,
How should I the fhowers forget?
'Twas so pleasant to be wet!
They kill'd love, I knew it well.
I dy'd all the while they fell.
