To cure your pain?
Alph. The fittest for my wound,
Who best the gentle passions knows to move;
Ovid, the soft philosopher of love.
His Love Epistles for my friends I chose;
For there I found the kindred of my woes.
Vict. His nymphs the vows of perjured men deplore;
One in the woods, and one upon the shore:
All are at length forsaken or betrayed;
And the false hero leaves the faithful maid.