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On a Young Lady in Love with a Married Man.
ARise, fond Beautie, cast those thoughts away,
To love in vain, 'tis ne'er the near, they say.
Your Gallant, who already marri'd is,
Can make of You no other but a Miss.
Certainly, Madam, Cupid's very blind;
If not, to You I'm sure he proves unkind,
Which forceth You to be in love with one
Who lets You sigh and languish all alone.
Madam, it troubles me both Night and Day,
That You should love so strangely out o'th way:
I do advise You, Lady, cease Your Suit,
And don't desire 't; You haply else may rue't.
I've travel'd many Kingdoms o'er and o'er,
Yet never heard of such a thing before.
The Face which heretofore did shine so bright,
And did abound with ravishing delight,
Is of a sudden both grown pale and wan,
And all forsooth is for a Marri'd Man.
O Love! O Love! If e'er thou'lt ease a Heart,
Free this poor Lady: let him feel the smart:
If not, make her to scorn his cruel Soul,
As much as he o'er her does now controul:
And so for ever thou wilt counted be
A God of Justice and of Equitie.