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.