To a Lady, Who Was Expected, in Vain, on a Sunday

That the eye's pow'r could shake the heart, I knew:
Is there, who doubts it? — let him look on you :
And wit , in woman's tongue was ne'er found weak ;
Witness their suff'rings, who have heard you speak .
Yet, strong, as woman's wit, and charms are thought,
They've one strange influence, 'till this hour, untaught:
Safely oppos'd to God's decrees , they stand,
And smile, unhurt, in face of heav'n's command.
Let this, said God, a day of rest remain;
You came not — and it prov'd, a day of pain .
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