SONG. Written in the Year 1732. By the Same. I. SAY, MYRA, why is gentle Love A stranger to that mind, Which pity and esteem can move; Which can be just and kind? II. Is it because you fear to share The ills that Love molest: The jealous Doubt, the tender Care, That rack the am'rous breast? III. Alas! by some degree of woe We ev'ry bliss must gain: The heart can ne'er a transport know, That never feels a pain.