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 his Blushes rise,
And shuns her sighing Slave.
Yet Swain, be bold, and still adore her,
Still her flying Charms pursue;
Love and Friendship both implore her,
Pleading, Night and Day, for you.