Where Are The Joys I have Met?
t i fear to discover,
yet long, long, too well have i known;
all that has caused this wre my bosom,
is jenny, fair jenny alone.
time ot aid me, my griefs are immortal,
nor hope dare a fort bestow:
e then, enamour'd and fond of my anguish,
enjoyment i'll seek in my woe.