Mark Akenside

Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.

Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.

And the veil, spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, to hid the feeling heart.

And the veil, spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, to hid the feeling heart.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?

And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?