She was indeed by no soft passion moved,
But wished with all her soul to be beloved.
Here, on the favour’d beauty Fortune smiled;
Her chosen Husband was a man so mild,
So humbly temper’d, so intent to please,
It quite distress’d her to remain at ease,
Without a cause to sigh, without pretence to tease:
She tried his patience on a thousand modes,
And tried it not upon the roughest roads.
Pleasure she sought, and disappointed, sigh’d