Of her rich lover tenderly afraid.
You judge th' event; for grievous was my fate,
Painful to feel, and shameful to relate:
Ah! sad it was my burthen to sustain,
When the least misery was the dread of pain;
When I have grieving told him my disgrace,
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And plainly mark'd indifference in his face.
"Hard! with these fears and terrors to behold
The cause of all, the faithless lover cold;