See! see! how miserable I ’m made by you,
When I dare not so much as ask your Love—adieu.
LETTER V
From a Nun to a Cavalier
I hope, by th’ different Ayre of this, you ’ll find
That as I ’ve chang’d my Stile, I ’ve chang’d my Mind.
The Substance of these Lines will let you know
That you ’re to take them for my last Adieu:
For since your Love is past redemption gone,
I ’ve no Pretence to justifie my own.