Why strove t’ ensnare my too-unguarded Heart,
When you were sure ere long you shou’d depart?
What Injury had I e’er done to you,
To make you with such Wiles, my Innocence pursue?
But pardon me, (thou Charmer of my Soul!)
For I will charge you with no crime at all.
Let me hear oft from you, where-e’er you are,
For I methinks shou’d in your Fortune share,
But above all, I beg you, by the Love
Which once you swore shou’d ever constant prove;