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 Madam, Should I my Happiness disown, And Joys so often reap'd from you alone; I should to Honour a curst Traytor prove, Unworthy of your Bed, and lavish Love; But sooner shall the Gallick Liger join His blended Waters with the German Rhine, E'er from my Memory your Love depart, So safely treasur'd in my constant Heart: Yet think not Hymen, when my Faith I gave, Resign'd me to your Yoke, a Woman's Slave. Had I the Power my Destiny to chuse, I still had 'scap'd the Matrimonial Noose: Still had I revell'd, like a free-born Soul, In lawless Pleasures, and without Controul. Away! no more your empty Title plead; What's Love compar'd with such a noble Deed? How