IV.
Let me still languish, and complain,
Be most inhumanly deny’d:
I have some Pleasure in my Pain,
She can have none with all her Pride.
V.
I fall a Sacrifice to Love,
She lives a Wretch for Honour’s sake;
Whose Tyrant does most cruel prove,
The Difference is not hard to make.
VI.
Consider Real Honour then,
You’ll find Hers cannot be the same,
’Tis noble Confidence in Men,
In Women mean mistrustful Shame.