Sat. VI. The Universal Passion . 129
What greater vengeance have the Gods in store?How tedious life, now Ihe can plague no more?She trys her thousand arts, but none succeed:
She’s forc’d a sever to procure indeed:
Thus strictly prov’d this virtuous, loving wife,Her husband’s pain was dearer than her life .
Anxious Melania rises to my view, ^
Who never thinks her Lover pays his due;
Visit, present, treat, flatter, and adore;
Her Majesty, to-morrow, calls for more.
His wounded ears complaints eternal fill,
As unoyl’d hinges, queriloufly shrill.
“ You went last night with Qelia to the ball.”You prove it false. “ Not go? that’s worst of all.’’Nothing can please her, nothing not inflame;
And arrant contradictions are the fame.