Well, I Will Never More Complain, Or Call The Fates Unkind; Alas! How Fond It Is, How Vain! But Self-Conceitedness Does Reign I Nevery Mortal Mind. 'Tis True, They Long Did Me Deny, Nor Would Permit A Sight; I Raged, For I Could Not Espy, Or Think That Any Harm Could Lie Disguised In That Delight. At Last, My Wishes To Fulfil, They Did Their Power Resign, I Saw Her, But I Wish I Still Had Been Obedient To Their Will, And They Not Unto Mine. Yet I By This Have Learn'D The Wit Never To Grieve Or Fret; Contentedly I Will Submit, And Think That Best Which They Think Fit, Without The Least Regret.