Songs Set To Music: 23. Set By Mr. De Fesch
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.
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