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Tells how her Lord, by a fond Fancy led,
That Night determin'd to forsake her Bed,
And to erect the Desk. Amaz'd to hear,
She first stood motionless, and froze with Fear:
At last, confessing Anger and Surprize,
With Hair dishevel'd, and with flaming Eyes,
Her Wrath no longer able to conceal,
She thus upbraided his officious Zeal:

^[1]And would'st thou hide this Mischief of thy Mind?
And can nor sacred Vows, nor duty bind?
Dar'st thou then, Traytor, so perfidious prove
To plighted Faith, and Hymeneal Love?
Are all th' Indearments of a Wedded Life,
The soft Embraces of a tender Wife,

1. Dissimulare etiam sperasti, perfide, tantum
   Posse nefas?———
   Nec te noster, amor nec te data dextera quondam,
   Nec moritura tenet crudeli funere Dido.
   Virg. Æneid.

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