Why didst thou grieve? wealth, pleasure, freedom thine;
Vex’d it thy soul, that freedom to resign?
Spake Scandal truth? “Thou didst not then intend
So soon to bring thy wooing to an end?”
Or, was it, as our prating rustics say,
To end as soon, but in a different way?
’Tis told thy Phillis is a skilful dame,
Who play’d uninjured with the dangerous flame;
That, while, like Lovelace, thou thy coat display’d,
And hid the snare for her affection laid,