Are doubled by Thoughts of its following Night;
And Virtue and Sweetness like yours shall repay us
For poring so long over Satan’s Affairs.
At your Company then do not think to repine:
You the fairer appear—for by Contrast we shine. 10
What a Life, my dear Maid, do the Heavens decree
For the Dreamers of Dreams, for the Learned—for me:
Where pale Disappointment awakes to molest
The Study-vex’d Head, and the Sorrow-torn Breast.
Pity much, though you blame, the dull Spleen of your Swain,