All that I wish, or all I ever loved,
And robbed our Europe of its chief delight,
To bless the Africk world with Strephon’s sight:
There with a lady beauteous, rich and young,
Kind, witty, virtuous, the best born among
The Africk maids, presents this happy swain,
Not to oblige him, but to give me pain:
Then to my ears, by tattling fame, conveys
The tale with large additions; and to raise
My anger higher, tells me ’tis designed