Oh, cold-laid plan! drawn on from day to day
To meet the looks thou failed not to display,
Seeking at such a price another’s peace,
To feed the cravings of thy vain caprice;
Led him to think that thou wert all his own,
Then froze his passion with a heart of stone.
Lured by thy wiles, he gave that holiest gift,
A noble soul, before he saw thy drift;
He watched thy bosom heave, he heard thee sigh,
Nor deem’d such looks could cover treachery;