Grown in neglect, and sharpen’d by disdain!
Let her be jealous of each maid she sees, }
Striving by every fruitless art to please, }
And when she fondly looks, let looks and fondness tease! }
So, lost on passion’s never resting sea, 310
Hopeless and helpless, let her think of me!
Charles, thou art handsome, nor canst want the art
To warm a cold or win a wanton heart;
Be my avenger”——
Charles, with smile, not vain,