And constantly upon your Fortune wait,
Think not I keep these Hopes to ease my Grief,
Or bring to my despairing Soul Relief;
No, I’m too well acquainted with my Fate,
And know I’m born to be unfortunate.——
{Yet while I write, some glimmering Hopes appear
{That yield a respite to my wild Despair,
{And some small Ease afford amidst my Care.
Tell me, what made you press my Ruin so?
Why with your Craft a harmless Maid undo?