I ’ll cheerfully (tho’ hard) embrace my Fate.
Adieu,—but Promise me when I am dead,
Some pitying Tears you ’ll o’er my Ashes shed.
At least, let my too-sad Example prove
The means to hinder any other Love.
’Twill yield some Ease, since I must lose your Charms,
That you ’ll not revel in another’s Arms.
Neither can you be so inhumane sure
To make my Fate assist a new Amour.
I fear my Lines are troublesome to you;