Be Judge, dear
, was it kind,
Through ev'ry sense t'invade my Heart;
And when I had my Soul resigned,
To play a Cruel Tyrant's part?
Being your Slave, I'm not so vain
To hope to have one minute's Ease,
But should take Pleasure in my Pain,
If my Dear Conqu'rer it would please.
In Sighs, and Sobs, and Groans, and Tears,
And Languishment I pass the Day,
My Rest at Night is broke with Fears,
Yet you my Grief with Scorns repay.
But Since you can so Cruel prove,
To mock the Suff'rings you Create,
Triumph and Boast how much I Love,
I'll give your Mirth a speedy Date.
For know, Insulter, I disdain
To live to feed your Vanity;
My Blood shall wash out that fond Stain,
My Honor got by loving Thee.