Of not returning Love for Love may keep you there.
{But mind not that, if you I sometimes see,
{I shall contented with my Fortune be,
{To know one country holds my Love and me.
Why with vain Hopes do I my Reason blind?
To one less doting you may prove more kind.
Pride in another may a Conquest gain
Greater than mine, with all the endless Pain
Of constant Love, which I ’ve endur’d for you:
But, oh! from me take Warning what you do;