Parting with—

ALthough thou now put'st me in doubt,
By going I know not where;
Yet know my Soul will beat about,
Not rest till she have sound thee out,
And tend upon thee there.

Look to your actions then, for she
So strict a watch will keep;
That if you give one thought from me,
She'll swear it is •lat Felony,
Though 't be when you're asleep.

But if a sigh, or glance, or smile
Shou'd to my Rival 'scape,
She'd cry out Robbery and spoil;
But if a kiss thy Lips shou'd soil,
Then Murther and a Rape.

All this a Metaphor may seem,
Or mad Philosophy
To the unthinking World, who deem
That but a fancy or a dream,
Which Souls do really hear and see.