What crude Pow’r and what cruel Fate 
Bid us to the Lovers’ Gate? 

One is Chick’n, the other Craven, 
The latt’r Do’er, the form’r, Maven. 
 
Valor writhes upon His proud steed 
once spear'd and struck by Anxiety   

He opens his dread’d maw and 
bitter Fear spews forth, 
to torment lovers e’ermore.