TO
ORESTES
.
TO
vex
thy
Soul
with
these
unjust
alarms
,
Fye
dear
mistrustful
,
can'st
thou
doubt
thy
charms
;
Or
think
a
breast
so
young
and
soft
as
mine
,
Could
e're
resist
such
charming
eyes
as
thine
?
Not
love
thee
!
witness
all
ye
powers
above
,
(
That
know
my
heart
)
to
what
excess
I
love
,
How
many
tender
sighs
for
thee
I've
spent
,
I
who
ne're
knew
what
serious
passion
meant
.
Till
to
revenge
his
slighted
Votaries
,
The
God
of
love
,
coucht
in
thy
beauteous
eyes
,
At
once
inspir'd
and
fixt
my
roving
heart
,
Which
till
that
moment
sconr'd
his
proudest
dart
,
And
now
I
languish
out
my
life
for
thee
,
As
others
unregarded
do
for
me
;
Silent
as
night
,
and
pensive
as
a
dove
,
Through
shades
more
gloomy
than
my
thoughts
I
rove
,
With
downcast
eyes
as
languishing
an
Air
,
The
Emblem
I
of
Love
,
and
of
Dispair
.