Then Hymen does them both torment,
With nameless ills unknown before,
And ev’ry month augments the score.
May stars propitious guard your life
From all the mis’ries of a wife:
Poor Delia’s sighs and tears next prove
The pains of ill requited love.
She danc’d, had wit, was wondrous fair,
And seem’d Alonzo’s heart to snare.
True love and constancy he vow’d;