The unrewarded LOVER

Let the dull Merchant curse his angry Fate, And from the Wind and Waves his Fortune wait: Let the loud Lawyer break his Brains, and be A Slave to wrangling Coxcombs for a Fee: Let the rough Soldier fight his Prince's Foes, And for a Livelihood his Life expose: I Wage no war, I plead no Cause but Love's, I fear no Storms, but what CELINDA moves. And what grave Censor can my Choice despise? But here, fair Charmer, here the Diff'rence lies. The Merchant, after all his Hazards past, Enjoys the Fruit of his long Toils at last. The Soldier high in his King's Favour stands, And after having long obey'd, Commands. The Lawyer, to reward his tedious Care, Roars on the Bench, that babled at the Bar. While I take Pains to meet a Fate more hard, And reap no Fruit, no Favour, no Reward.