Ah, whither shall I fly, A poor unhappy maid? To hopeless love and misery, By my own heart betrayed. 'Twas fancy gave Alexis charms, E're I beheld his face; Kind fancy then could fold our arms And form a soft embrace. Not by Alexis' eyes undone, Or by his charming faithless tongue, or any practised art; Such real ills may hope a cure, But the sad pains which I endure, proceed from fancied smart. But since I've seen the real swain, And tried to fancy him again I'm by my fancy taught: Tho' 'tis a bliss no tongue can tell To have Alexis, yet 'tis hell, To have him but in thought.
The Princess of Persia
A play - incidental music by John Eccles (1668 - 1735)
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