Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?--
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ail prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?
Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute?--
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing do't?
Prithee, why so mute?
Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move,
This cannot take her--
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her:
The Devil take her!
I believe the posted the text is in error: Lines three & four should read Will, if looking well can’t move her, Looking ill prevail?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Line 4 should indeed read 'Looking ill prevail? '