The Way t’ endear me to your Memory.
Perhaps too you ’d be touch’d with such a Death,
When you reflect how I ’ve resign’d my Breath.
To me I ’m sure, ’twou’d welcome be indeed,
And far to be preferr’d before the Life I lead.——
Farewel, I wish your Eyes I ’d never seen,
But ah! my Heart, now contradicts my Pen.
I find I ’d rather live involv’d in Harms
Than once to wish I ne’er had known your Charms.
And since you think not fit to mend my State,