VIII + 

“But strange am I to happiness; + 

’Tis foreign to my cast of thought; + 

Me your perfections would not bless; + 

I am not worthy them in aught; + 

And honestly ’tis my belief + 

Our union would produce but grief. + 

Though now my love might be intense, + 

Habit would bring indifference. + 

I see you weep. Those tears of yours + 

Tend not my heart to mitigate, + 

But merely to exasperate; + 

Judge then what roses would be ours, + 

What pleasures Hymen would prepare + 

For us, may be for many a year. + 