She a forfaken Bed muft often bear, While he can never fail to find her there, But when no longer for each other fit, 'Tis mean, not juft, to wear a Rival's Chains. m Heav'n that beholds her wrong'd and widow'd Bed, Permits a Lover in her Husband's ftead. I flung me at his Feet, his Robes would kifs, And cry'd,- Ev'n our bafe World is juft in this ; Amidft our Cenfures, Love we gently blame; And Love sometimes preserves a Female Fame. What Tie lefs ftrong can Woman's Will restrain? When Honour, Checks,and Confcience plead in vain; When Parents Threats, and Friends Perfuafions fail, When Int'reft and Ambition scarce prevail, To bound that Sex when nothing elfe can move ; She may be kind, but not till thou art dead, Then she will love, when 'tis alas too late : Till fad Despair has fent thee to the Grave. Amaz'd, I wak'd in hafte, All trembling at my Doom; HELEN |