’Twas not enough to make you ever blest?
And ’tis for your own sake I ’m troubled most,
When I but think upon the Joys you ’ve lost:
Nay, did you judge aright,——
The difference soon by you perceiv’d would be,
Betwixt abusing and obliging me;
Betwixt the Pleasures, which you might have prov’d,
Of loving much, and being much belov’d.
Such is the Force of my excessive woe,
I ’m quite insensible of what I do;