Give me leave to rail at you, - br I ask nothing but my due: br To call you false, and then to say br You shall not keep my heart a day. br But alas! against my will br I must be your captive still. br Ah! be kinder, then, for I br Cannot change, and would not die. br br Kindness has resistless charms; br All besides but weakly move; br Fiercest anger it disarms, br And clips the wings of flying love. br Beauty does the heart invade, br Kindness only can persuade; br It gilds the lover's servile chain, br And makes the slave grow pleased again.