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| She a forsaken Bed must often bear,
Yet Decency requires the wonted Cares
Ifung me at his Feet, his Robes would kiss, And cry’d, Ev’n our base World is just in this ; Amidst our Cenfurcs, Love we gently blame ; And Love sometimes preserves a Female Fame.
What Tie less strong can Woman's Will restrain!
The Spirit then reply'd to all I said,
Amaz’d, I wak’d in haste,
All trembling at my Doom ;
And tell our Ills to come.