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His ebbing passion would be kinder far,
Than the first transports of all others are.
Nor was my love weaker, or less than his,
In him I centred all my hopes of bliss.
For him my duty to my friends forgott
For him I lost,—alas! what lost I not?
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$How happy was I then, how dearly blest,
When this great man my panting heart possesst,
Looking such things as nere can be exprest!
Thousand fresh lookes he gave me every houre,
Whilst greedily I did his looks devour.
I was so highly happy in his love,
Methought, I pitied them that dwelt above.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Think then, thou greatest, loveliest, falsest man,
How you have vow'd, how IJiave lov'd, and then,
My faithless deare, bee cruell if you can.
How I have lov'd, I cannot, need not tell,
No, every act has shown I loved too well.
Since first I saw you, I nere had a thought
Was not entirely yours; to you I brought
My virgin innocence, and freely made
My love an offering to your noble bed.