While From Our Looks, Fair Nymph, You Guess The Secret Passions Of Our Mind; My Heavy Eyes, You Say, Confess A Heart To Love And Grief Inclined. There Needs, Alas! But Little Art To Have This Fatal Secret Found; With The Same Ease You Threw The Dart, 'Tis Certain You Can Show The Wound. How Can I See You, And Not Love, While You As Opening Cast Are Fair? While Cold As Northern Blasts You Prove, How Can I Love, And Not Despair? The Wretch In Double Fetters Bound Your Potent Mercy May Release; Soon, If My Love But Once Were Crown'D, Fair Prophetess, My Grief Would Cease.