IV.

How could I hope redress to find

Stern rival! from thy envious mind?

How could I e'er thy words believe?

O ever practis'd to deceive!

Thy wiles abhorr'd shall please alone

Cold bosoms, selfish as thy own;

While ages hence, indignant hear

The horrors of my fate severe.

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