False, and unmindful of each social tie,
Alphenus pities not the friend he lov'd:
Perfidious wretch! fraud's basest arts you try;
Nor scruple to betray my peace, unmov'd!

The gods detest fallacious man's misdeeds;
But this you mind not, and forsake my wrongs:
Fell crime! which mutual confidence impedes,
And the sweet commerce that to man belongs.

Certain, you bade me yield my soul to you,
Lur'd me to love, and swore no harm was near!
But ah, withdrawn, each act, each faithless vow,
You give to passing clouds, and empty air!

Tho' you forget; the gods in mem'ry still,
And chief vindictive Faith, your fault shall hold;
She, who with late remorse your breast will fill,
And make you in despair such guilt behold!