Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
Prized
I prized every hour that went by,
Beyond all that had pleased me before;
But now they are past, and I sigh,
And I grieve that I prized them no more.
When forced the fair nymph to forego,
What anguish I felt at my heart!
Yet I thought—but it might not be so,
’Twas with pain that she saw me depart.
She gazed as I slowly withdrew,
My path I could hardly discern;
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
Shenstone.—Pastoral Ballad, Part I.