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How happy was I then, how dearly blest,

When this great Man lay panting on my Breast,Looking such Things as ne’er can be express’d ?Thousand fresh Look he gave me ev’ry Hour,

Whilst greedily I did his Looks devour ;

'Till quite o’ercome with Charms, I trembling lay,At ev’ry Look he gave, melting away,

1 was so highly happy in his Love,

Methought I pitty’d them that dwelt Above.

Think then, thou greatest, loveliest, falsest Man.How you have vow’d, howlhavelov’d, and then,My faithless Dear, be cruel if you can.

How I have lov’d, I cannot, need not tell;

No, ev’ry Act has shewn I lov’d too well.

Since first I saw you, I ne’er had a ThoughtWas not entirely yours ; to you I broughtMy Virgin Innocence, and freely madeMy Love an Oss’ring to your noble Bed :

Since then youv’e been the Star by which I steer’d,And nothing else but you, I lov’d or fear’d ;

Your Smiles I only live by, and I must,

Whene’er you frown, be shatter’d into Dust.

O ! can the Coldness that you shew me now,

Suit with the gen’rous Heat you once did show ?

I cannot live on Pity or Respect,

A Thought so mean would my whole Love insect ;Less than your Love I scorn, Sir, to expect.

Let me not live in dull Indiff’rency,

But give me Rage enough to make me die ;

For if from you I needs must meet my Fate,

Before you pity, I would chuse your Hate.