A Song I. LOVE bid me hope and I obey'd; Phillis continu'd still unkind: Then you may e'en despair, he said, In vain I strive to change her Mind. II. Honour's got in, and keeps her Heart; Durst he but venture once abroad, In my own Right I'd take your Part, And shew my self a mightier God. III. This huffing Honour domineers In Breasts, where he alone has place: But if true gen'rous Love appears, The Hector dares not shew his Face. IV. Let me still languish and complain, Be most inhumanly deny'd: I have some Pleasure in my Pain, She can have none with all her Pride. V. I fall a Sacrifice to Love, She lives a Wretch for Honour's sake; Whose Tyrant does most cruel prove, The Diff'rence is not hard to make. VI. Consider Real Honour then, You'll find Hers cannot be the same; 'Tis noble Confidence in Men, In Women mean mistrustful Shame.
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