Truman Junior.ow hard, alas, is that young Lover's fate,Who has a father Covetous and Cholerique!What has he made me swear?—I dare not think upon the Oath, lest I should keep it———Never to see my Mistris more, or hear her speakWithout his leave; And farewel then the useOf Eyes and Ears;———And all this Wickedness I submitted to,For fear of being Disinherited;For fear of losing Durt and Dross, I loseMy Mistris——— There's a Lover! Fitter muchFor Hell than thousand perjuries could make him,Fit to be made th'Example which all WomenShould reproach Men with, when themselves grow false;Yet she, the good and charitable Lucia,With such a bounty as has onely beenPractis'd by Heaven, and Kings inspir'd from thence,Forgives still, and still loves her perjur'd Rebel,I'le to my father strait, and swear to himTen thousand Oathes ne'r to observe that wicked oneWhich he' has extorted from me——— Here he comes;And my weak heart, already us'd to falshood,Begins to waver.
ow hard, alas, is that young Lover's fate,Who has a father Covetous and Cholerique!What has he made me swear?—I dare not think upon the Oath, lest I should keep it———Never to see my Mistris more, or hear her speakWithout his leave; And farewel then the useOf Eyes and Ears;———And all this Wickedness I submitted to,For fear of being Disinherited;For fear of losing Durt and Dross, I loseMy Mistris——— There's a Lover! Fitter muchFor Hell than thousand perjuries could make him,Fit to be made th'Example which all Women Should reproach Men with, when themselves grow false;Yet she, the good and charitable Lucia,With such a bounty as has onely beenPractis'd by Heaven, and Kings inspir'd from thence,Forgives still, and still loves her perjur'd Rebel,I'le to my father strait, and swear to himTen thousand Oathes ne'r to observe that wicked oneWhich he' has extorted from me——— Here he comes;And my weak heart, already us'd to falshood,Begins to waver.
ow hard, alas, is that young Lover's fate,Who has a father Covetous and Cholerique!What has he made me swear?—I dare not think upon the Oath, lest I should keep it———Never to see my Mistris more, or hear her speakWithout his leave; And farewel then the useOf Eyes and Ears;———And all this Wickedness I submitted to,For fear of being Disinherited;For fear of losing Durt and Dross, I loseMy Mistris——— There's a Lover! Fitter muchFor Hell than thousand perjuries could make him,Fit to be made th'Example which all Women Should reproach Men with, when themselves grow false;Yet she, the good and charitable Lucia,With such a bounty as has onely beenPractis'd by Heaven, and Kings inspir'd from thence,Forgives still, and still loves her perjur'd Rebel,I'le to my father strait, and swear to himTen thousand Oathes ne'r to observe that wicked oneWhich he' has extorted from me——— Here he comes;And my weak heart, already us'd to falshood,Begins to waver.