I love and I must

I love and I must, and yet I would fain,

With a large dose of reason cure my pain,

But I am past hope, and yet it seems strange

A thing that's call'd man not subject to change.

Had I power to scorn as she to despise,

I might at once be inconstant and wise.

Then tell me, oh! tell me, how it should be

So easy to men, yet so hard to me.