You, Madam, may, with safety go br Decrees of destiny to know; br For at your birth kind planets reign'd, br And certain happiness ordain'd: br Such charms as yours are only given br To chosen favourites of Heaven. br But such is my uncertain state br 'Tis dangerous to try my fate; br For I would only know from art br The future motions of your hert, br And what predestinated doom br Attends my love for years to come, br No secrets else that mortals learn br My cares deserve, or life concern; br But this will so important be br I dread to search the dark decree; br For while the smallest hope remains br Faint joys are mingled with my pains. br Vain distant views my fancy please, br And give some intermitting ease; br But should the stars too plainly show br That you have doom'd my endless wo, br No human force or art could bear br The torment of my wild despair. br This secret then I dare not know, br And other truths are useless now. br What matters if, unbless'd in love, br How long or short my life will prove? br To gratify what low desire br Should I with needless haste inquire, br How great how wealthy I shall be? br Oh, what is wealth or power to me! br If I am happy or undone, br It must proceed from you alone.