’Tis they were made for thee, not [thou] for them; }
They are the polished Cut, and thy fair Soul the Gem. }
Say, should my Tracy be unvex’d with Care,
Why not his Pleasures as their Mistress share?
And, in Distress and Sorrow should he pine, 430
Unview’d and absent, would they not be thine?
Then, to thy Promise and thy Cecil true, }
The Path direct that Reason points pursue; }
Love chooses well his Way, when Reason enters too.” }