Though I never got possession,
'Tis a pleasure to adore;
Hope, the wretch's only blessing,
May in time procure me more.
Constant courtship may obtain her, --
Where both wealth and merit fail,
And the lucky minute gain her, --
Fate and fancy must prevail.
At Diana's shrine aloud,
By the bow and by the quiver,
Thrice she bow'd, and thrice she vow'd,
Once to love -- and that forever.
More verses by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
- Answered, For Lord William Hamilton
- The Lady's Resolve
- Epistle To Lord Hervey On The King's Birthday From The Country
- Epilogue To The Tragedy Of Cato
- Conclusion Of A Letter To A Friend