In spight of Cloe I'll have rest;
In vain is all her Syren Art,
Still longer to hold my troubled Heart:
For I'm resolv'd to break the Chain,
And o'er her Charms the Conquest gain,
And o'er her Charms the Conquest gain.
Insulting Beauty I have born,
Too long your Female Pride and scorn;
Too long have been your Publick Jest,
Your common Theme at ev'ry Feast: