With Anger, which sometimes they feign, They cruel Tyrants prove; And then turn Flatterers again, With as affected Love. As if fome Injury were meant Those Lovers are the most content, Since each has in his Bofom nurft Inconftancy, or Coldness will My foolish Heart reclaim, Then I come off with Honour ftill, A Heart by Kindness only gain'd, And, to be kept, must be maintain'd The VENTURE, H, how I languifh! What a strange My Spirits feel fome wondrous Change, Now, all ye wifer Thoughts, away, In vain your Tale ye tell Of patient Hopes and dull Delay, Suppose one Week's Delay would give All that my Wishes move; Oh, who so long a time can live, Stretch'd on the Rack of Love? Her Her Soul perhaps is too fublime, To like fuch flavish Fear; Discretion, Prudence, all is Crime, When Honour does the Soldier call To fome unequal Fight, Refolv'd to conquer or to fall, Before his Gen'ral's Sight; Advanc'd the happy Hero lives; Or if ill Fate denies, The noble Rashness Heav'n forgives, |