And ’tis because you know the Pow’r you have,
You use me thus, and make me such a Slave.
Oh! give me leave to speak——
Is this the Recompense you think is due,
To those that sacrifice their Lives for you?
Yet use me as you will, to my last Breath,
Tho’ loath’d by you, I’ll keep my plighted Faith.——
And did you understand what Pleasure lies
In being constant, you wou’d Change despise.
You’ll never meet with one will prove so kind,