Is ’t like a Lover then to use me so,
Me, who ’d give up all I have for you?
Is it not rather like a Tyrant done,
To ruine and destroy what is your own?
Had you but lov’d so truly as you said,
You never from me in such haste had fled.
But you! how easie did you go away!
Nay, e’en seem’d pleas’d you cou’d no longer stay
The few Excuses that you made to go,
How slight they were! but any thing wou’d do,