Wou’d have a Heart more firm than mine betray’d.
’Tis hard to think the Man whom once we love,
Shou’d false, shou’d cruel, and ingrateful prove.
{Nay, I ’m so easie, I ’ve already made
{Excuses for you, and wou’d fain perswade
{My too too cred’lous Heart, that I am not betray’d.
It was your Converse that at first refin’d
My Ignorance, and till then, unpolish’d Mind.
’Twas from your Passion that I caught this Flame
That is destructive to my Ease and Fame.