Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Who pleases one against his will.