Hope tells a flattering tale,1 Delusive, vain, and hollow. Ah! let not hope prevail, Lest disappointment follow.
Miss Wrother: The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 86.
Note 1. Hope told a flattering tale, That Joy would soon return; Ah! naught my sighs avail, For Love is doomed to mourn. Anonymous (air by Giovanni Paisiello, 17411816): Universal Songster, vol. i. p. 320. [back]