Classic Poem

A Heart once truly touch'd by Love,
Can never from its Centre move;
Gratitude and Int'rest may
Compel Civility a Day:
But Love! almighty Love controuls
The hid Recesses of our Souls.
Oh were there Sympathy in Love!
What Wonders could my Passion prove!
What Miseries could I recount!
What Evils worse than Death surmount!
Oh cruel Celia! cruel Fate!
Would you could love, or I could hate:
How happy then we both might be,
For ever bound, or ever free?

But damn'd Euryphilus shall sure
Partake the Torments I endure;
Alone! alone, I will not fall,
His End shall grace my Funeral.