Chapter 48 No.48

Ye Gods, he often cry'd,

Why did your Powers design

In Silvia so much Pride,

Such Falshood too beside,

With Beauty so Divine?

Why should so much of Hell with so much Heaven joyn?

Be witness every Shade,

How oft the lovely Maid

Her tender Vows has paid;

Yet with the self-same Breath,

With which so oft before,

And sol