Tho’ in another you more Beauty find.
Yet I can tell the time, tho’ now ’tis gone,
(Poor as it is) when mine has pleas’d alone.——
You need not bid me keep you in my Mind,
I’m too much of myself to that inclin’d.
I can’t forget you, nor those Hopes you give
Of your return, in Portugal to live.
Cou’d I from this unhappy Cloister break,
You thro’ the Perils of the World I’d seek.
I’d follow where you went, without Regret,