POEM: STANZAS TO LOVE

    A to see t; If s give, Make an end, yield up t!

    t s lengt s t  is not in time relieved.

    O ever I o be refused; Faito be forborn! Never love was so abused.

    But, s Love, be still a!  I see hee.

    For, t s despair But th may fancy find.

    Yet, alt may suc,  t at latest gasp of breat in a ladys eye Love botook h.