Chapter 127 No.127

And yet that Heart has Murmur'd too,

} And been so insolent to let you know,

} It did complain, and rave, and rail'd at you;

} Yet all the while by every God I swear,

By every pitying Pow'r the wretched hear;

By all those Charms that dis-ingage,

My Soul from the extreams of Rage;

By all the Arts you have to save and kill,

My