Poems upon Several Occasions/14
To MYRA.
WArn'd and made wise by others Flame,
I fled from whence such Mischiefs came,
Shunning the Sex that kills at Sight,
I sought my Safety in my Flight.
But ah! in vain from Fate we fly!
For, first or last, as all must die;
So 'tis as much decreed above,
That, first or last, we all must love.
My Heart, that stood so long the Shock
Of Winds and Waves, like some firm Rock,
By one bright Spark from Myra thrown,
Is into Flame, like Powder, blown.