With the harsh-minded powers who never think
What nature needs, nor will at weakness wink? 90
And now, thou cruel girl! is all forgot, }
The wish oft whisper’d, the imagined lot, }
The secret Hymen, the sequester’d cot? }
And will you thus our bond of friendship rend,
And join the world in censure of your friend?
Oh! ’tis not right! as all with scorn must see,
Although the certain mischief falls on me.
D. Nay, never weep! but let this kiss restore