The victim which so long pursuing
Scarce raised a wish, or claimed a thought,
Now bid the tear of genuine sorrow
O’er his repentant bosom flow,
Yet he’ll forget it ere the morrow,
And deal to others equal woe.
Thus the vain man, with subtle feigning,
Pursues, o’ertakes, poor woman’s heart,
But soon his hapless prize disdaining,
She dies the victim of his art.