Ii

My lover dissembled that ardor's pure beauty. I endured undeceived nor pretended; and gave All that his passion demanded--my duty, For I loved. And the world?--why, I was his slave!-- Should it worry I pleased him?--Propriety sorrowed, Uprolling her eyes as occasion, and--well, That lie, overglossed with a modesty borrowed, Assisted my fall and the end was--I fell.