Oxford Book of English Verse, Part 3 by  Arthur Quiller-Couch

The Enchantment

I did but look and love awhile,

'Twas but for one half-hour;

Then to resist I had no will,

And now I have no power.


To sigh and wish is all my ease;

Sighs which do heat impart

Enough to melt the coldest ice,

Yet cannot warm your heart.


O would your pity give my heart

One corner of your breast,

'Twould learn of yours the winning art,

And quickly steal the rest.

— Thomas Otway
1652–1685   


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