The ANSWER

Nothing adds to your fond Fire More than Scorn, and cold Disdain: I, to cherish your Desire, Kindness us'd, but 'twas in vain.

You insisted on your Slave, Humble Love you soon refus'd: Hope not then a Pow'r to have, Which ingloriously you us'd.

Think not, Thirsis, I will e're, By my Love my Empire lose: You grow constant through Dispair, Love return'd you wou'd abuse.

Though you still possess my Heart, Scorn and Rigour I must feign: Ah! forgive that only Art, Love has left your Love to gain.

You that could my Heart subdue, To new Conquests ne'er pretend: Let the Example make me true, And of a conquer'd Foe a Friend.

Then, if e'er I should complain Of your Empire, or my Chain, Summon all the powerful Charms, And kill the Rebel in your Arms.