Your Rig’rous Absence, tho’ ’twill fatal prove,
Yet lessens not the Vigour of my Love.
My Passion I to all the World proclaim,
And make no Secret of my raging Flame.
Some Things I ’ve done irregular, ’tis true,
And glory’d in them, ’cause they were for you;
My Fame, my Honour, and Religion, are
All made subservient to the Love I bear.
Whilst I am writing, I have no intent
That you shou’d Answer what I now have sent: