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.