Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

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ANCIENT SONG^
IX.
JEALOUSY TYRANT OF THE MIND.
From a Manufcript copy communicated to the Editor*
WHAT
ftate of life can be fo bleft,
As love that warms the gentle brefi ?
Two fouls in one; the fame defire
To grant the blifs, and to require :
If in this heaven a hell we find,
Tis all from thee,
O Jealouiie !
Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.
All other ills, though {harpe they prove*
Serve to refine and perfect love : 10
In abfence, or unkind difdaine,
Sweet hope relieves the lovers paine :
But, oh, no cure but death we find
To fett us free
From jealoufie, 1
Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.
Falfe in thy glafs all objects are,
Some fett too near, and fome too farre
Thou art the fire of endlefs night,
The fire that burns, and gives no light. 20
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