To CYNTHIA.

To CYNTHIA.

I.

IF Beauty by Enjoyment can Reward a Love that's true, To bless our Patience or our Pain, All I deserve from you.

II.

But oh, to Love too well's a Curse Of such a strange degree, Were my Fidelity far worse Much happier should I be.

III.

Sad Recompence, relentless Fate To faithful Love does give; You'r pleas'd in being obstinate, Whilst I in Tortures live.

III.

Like wretches gull'd to Foreign Shores, I cruelly am serv'd, Instead of Loves dear promis'd Stores Am made a Slave and starv'd