Lov. Perhaps that Lover made ye gayer Presents,
But cou’d not render you a Heart all Love,
[Or Mind embyass’d] in Affairs of Blood.
—I bring no Guilt to fright you from my Embraces,
But all our Hours shall be serene and soft.
L. Lam. Ah, Gilliflower, thy Aid, or I am lost;
Shall it be said of me in after Ages,
When my Fame amongst Queens shall be recorded,
That I, ah Heavens! regardless of my Country’s Cause,
Espous’d the wicked Party of its Enemies,