Retract your Heart ere yet (it) is too late,
And think upon my too too wretched Fate,
Reflect upon my endless Miseries,
Despairs, Distractions, and my Jealousies;
Think on the Trust that I ’ve repos’d in you,
Th’ Extravagance which all my Letters shew.
I well remember you in Earnest said,
For one in France you once a Passion had.
If she ’s the Reason why you don’t return,
Be free, and let me thus no longer mourn;