I let him see that I was wretched too;
When less my caution, I had still the pain
Of his or mine own weakness to complain.
“Happy the lovers class’d alike in life,
Or happier yet the rich endowing wife;
But most aggrieved the fond believing maid.
Of her rich lover tenderly afraid:
You judge th’ event; for grievous was my fate,
Painful to feel, and shameful to relate:
Ah! sad it was my burthen to sustain,