A Gentleman's Answer to His Friend Who Asked Him if he Still Loved his Mistress
WHO ASKED HIM IF HE STILL LOVED HIS MISTRESS, WHO WAS TURNED DEBAUCHED .
S URE nought 's so false, so faithless I can name,
As popular applause, and common fame;
It calls the courteous knave, the plain man rude,
Haughty the grave, and the familiar lewd.
Poor helpless woman is not favour'd more,
A hypocrite she is, or else a whore.
Such is the fate of my adored she,
Fall'n under the reproach of infamy:
Yet still I'll love her, at her feet I'll bow,
Though all that's spoke infallibly be true;
For ah! she hath a most prevailing art,
And doth with such resistless charms impart,
Even pleasant wishes to the chastest heart.
Raises such tempests, kindleth such a fire,
Betwixt resolved virtue and desire,
That the cold hermit might in these expire.
S URE nought 's so false, so faithless I can name,
As popular applause, and common fame;
It calls the courteous knave, the plain man rude,
Haughty the grave, and the familiar lewd.
Poor helpless woman is not favour'd more,
A hypocrite she is, or else a whore.
Such is the fate of my adored she,
Fall'n under the reproach of infamy:
Yet still I'll love her, at her feet I'll bow,
Though all that's spoke infallibly be true;
For ah! she hath a most prevailing art,
And doth with such resistless charms impart,
Even pleasant wishes to the chastest heart.
Raises such tempests, kindleth such a fire,
Betwixt resolved virtue and desire,
That the cold hermit might in these expire.
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