To find my Labours have no more Success.
Fool as I am! to think to move you more
By Threats than all my Love cou’d do before!
Too well (alas!) I know my Fate to come,
And you ’re too too unjust to make me doubt my Doom.
Since I am not allow’d your Love to share,
All ills in Nature I have cause to fear.
I shou’d be pleas’d did all our Sex admire
Your Charms, if you did not return the Fire;
But there ’s no fear, I by Experience know