That might allay my bitter smart:
I call'd it Friend:—but O th' inconstancy
Of human things! I tried it long,
Its love was fervent, and, I fancied, strong:
But now I plainly see,
Or 'tis withdrawn, or else 'twas all hypocrisy.
III.
I saw thy much-estrangèd eyes, I saw,
20False Musidore, thy formal alter'd face,
When thou betray'dst my seeming happiness,