"Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind, / That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd."

— Pilon, Frederick (1750-1788)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by J. Almon
Date
May 18, 1782, 1785
Metaphor
"Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind, / That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd."
Metaphor in Context
SONG.
Fickle youth thro' the garden of beauty may range,
And from fair one to fair one inconstantly change;
Like the bee, in the bell of the cowslip repose,
Steal a kiss from the lilly, then wing to the rose:
But should Hymen once happen thesspoiler to meet,
He compels him for life to enjoy the same sweet.
Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind,
That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd.

Mark the drop that distils from a cloud as it crost,
If it fall in the sea, how for ever 'tis lost:
And passion divided, like a spark will depart;
But when Hymen has six'd it, a flame lights the heart.
(I, p. 25)
Provenance
Searching in ECCO-TCP
Citation
3 entries in ESTC (1782, 1785).

The Fair American: a Comic Opera, in Three Acts; as it is Performed, with Universal Applause, at the Theatre-Royal, Drury-Lane. Written by F. Pilon. Dedicated to the Right Hon. Lord Camden (London: Printed by J. Almon, 1785). <Link to ECCO-TCP>
Date of Entry
08/16/2013

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.