A pastoral ballad in eight anapestic quatrains signed "Palemon." The lover pleads his case in the true spirit of simplicity: "Each doubt I have strove to remove, | But my efforts have ever been vain; | And I find to my cost that with love, | There's mingled a portion of pain." Newspaper verse was at its peak in the 1790s, with Woodfall's Register publishing more than most.
O Cupid! once more I implore,
Thy friendly assistance and aid,
To intercede with the fair I adore,
A sweet and angelical maid.
My vows she will never believe,
But thinks them the flight of an hour;
I have not as yet to deceive,
The smooth hypocritical power.
I've ta'en each the means to discover,
Of what charms I think her possest,
I swear by the Gods that I lover her,
Her smiles they would render me blest!
Each doubt I have strove to remove,
But my efforts have ever been vain;
And I find to my cost that with love,
There's mingled a portion of pain.
O! could she but open my breast,
Sincerity there would she view,
Not a word that I ever exprest,
Be found to be other than true.
Did she know but the anguish I feel,
What grief can her absence impart;
What pains I have ta'en to conceal,
The anguish that preys on my heart.
It surely would soften her mind,
Incline her to pity my lot,
And cause me hereafter to find,
That my suffering were not forgot.
Then instantly fly to my fair,
An advocate be in my cause,
And urge her to favour my prayer,
By all of humanity's laws.