None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.
Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country.
Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
Song.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know,
That never feels a pain.