.  Soft peace is banish'd from my tortur'd breast, Love robs my days of ease, my nights of rest. Yet tho' her cruel scorn provokes despair, My passion still is strong as she is fair. Still must I love, still bless the pleasing pain, Still court my ruin and embrace my chain.  Soft peace is banish'd from my tortur'd breast, Love robs my days of ease, my nights of rest. Yet tho' her cruel scorn provokes despair, My passion still is strong as she is fair. Still must I love, still bless the pleasing pain, Still court my ruin and embrace my chain.