| 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 G 3 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. HELEN |