From a large mixture of Injustice flow;
Before the jaded Sinner drinks it up,
There must be fire and poison in the Cup.
A mutual pleasure lulls the Wretch to sleep; 50
He loves th’ Enjoyment, where his Victims weep;
Who, fond yet wretched, with indignant Eyes
Spell Rage with Love, and when they bless, despise;
Who both their Weakness and their Virtue prove,
And scorn the Lover, while they yield to Love.
Our Hero in the Army learn’d some Skill,