This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1790 Excerpt: ...to be alone. Ne'er well, but when my thoughts and I Do domineer in privacy. No gem, no treasure like to this, 'Tis my delight, my crown, my bliss. All my joy to this are folly, Nought so sweet as melancholy. JTis my sole plague to be alone, I am a beast, a monster grown, I will no light nor company, I sind it now my misery. The scene is turn'd, my joys are gone, Fear, discontent, and sorrows come. All my griefs to this are jolly, Nought so sierce as melancholy. I'll not change lise with any king, I ravish'd am! can the world bring More joy, than still to laugh and smile, In pleasant toys time to beguile? Do not, O do not trouble me, So sweet content I seel and see. All my joys to this are folly, None so divine as melancholy. I'll change my state with any wretch Thou canst from jail or dunghill setch. My pain's past cure; another hell; I cannot in this torment dwell; Now, desperate, I hate my lise: Lend me a halter or a knise. All my griefs to this are jolly, Nought so damn'd as melancholy. Think not, 'cause men flattering say, Y' are fresh as Aprils-sweet as May; Bright as is the morning star, That you are so; or though you are. Be not therefore proud, and deem All men unworthy your esteem: For, being so, you lose the pleasure Of being fair, since that rich treasure Of rare beauty and sweet feature Was bestow'd on you by nature To be enjoy'd, and 'twere a sin There to be scarce, where she hath been So prodigal of her best graces: Thus common beauties, and mean faces, Shall have more pastime, and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy. Did the thing for which I sue Only concern myself, not you; Were men so framed as they alone Had all the pleasure, women none, Then had you reason to be scant; But, 'twere a madness not to grant That which affords (if you conse...