"_Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love_" (Vol. iv., p. 24.).--
"AN EXPOSTULATION.
"When late I attempted your pity to move,
Why seem'd you so deaf to my prayers?
Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
But--Why did you kick me down stairs?"
From _An Asylum for Fugitive Pieces, in Prose and Verse, not in
any other Collection_, vol. i. p. 15. London: Debrett, 1785.
The above has been inquired for: of the author I know nothing.