LETTER IV
From a Nun to a Cavalier
Ye Gods! the Torments that from Love arise
When the dear Object’s absent from our Eyes!
I ’m told you ’ve been by raging Tempests toss’d,
And forc’d to seek some Hospitable Coast,
The Sea, that is the faithless Lover’s Foe,
I doubt will hardly e’er agree with you.
And oh! my Fears for th’ Dangers you may meet,
Make me my own Tormenting Pains forget.