You charm'd me not with that fair face

You charm'd me not with that fair face

     Though it was all divine:

   To be another's is the grace,

     That makes me wish you mine.

    The Gods and Fortune take their part

     Who like young monarchs fight;

   And boldly dare invade that heart

     Which is another's right.

    First mad with hope we undertake

    To pull up every bar;

  But once possess'd, we faintly make

    A dull defensive war.

   Now every friend is turn'd a foe

    In hope to get our store:

  And passion makes us cowards grow,

    Which made us brave before.