Which others suffer'd from her hate,

Rifl'd and left her Charms;

Then Nymphs no longer keep in pain,

A plain well-meaning Heart;

Lest you shou'd joyn for such disdain,

Lest you shou'd joyn for such disdain,

In poor Astrea's smart.

A Song, Sung at the Theatre-Royal, in the Play call'd
Alphonso King of Naples. Set by Mr. Eagles.