You cannot always make a woman blind?
You talk of falsehood and disguise—talk on!
But all my trust and confidence are gone;
Remember you, with what a serious air
You talk’d of love, as if you were at prayer?
You spoke of home-born comforts, quiet, ease,
And the pure pleasure, that must always please,
With an assumed and sentimental air,
Smiting your breast, and acting like a player. 260
Then your life’s comfort! and your holy joys!