And boast my suff’rings, cruel, in her arms;
And when enfeebling transports long controul,
To languid indolence resigns thy soul;
She comes in all her secret arts array’d,
Augments her charms by grief’s deceitful aid;
Affects the tenderness of pensive thought,
A mind with doubt and apprehension fraught;
And with her treach’rous sighs and feign’d distress,
Revives the passion lost in calm success;
’Tis thus, that mingling caprices and tears,