She a forfaken Bed must often bear, While he can never fail to find her there, But when no longer for each other fit, Or what is worse, Affronts of wand'ring Love; 'Tis mean, not juft, to wear a Rival's Chains. I flung me at his Feet, his Robes would kifs, Amidft our Cenfures, Love we gently blame; And Love fometimes preferves a Female Fame. What Tie less strong can Woman's Will restrain? 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 |